The banners they are flying, flying, flying,

The banners they are flying, that lead to victory.

Draw the sword, Scotland.! Scotland! Scotland!

Charge as ye have charged in days
lang syne.

Sound to the onset! onset! onset!
He who but falters is nae son o' thine!

Sheathe the sword, Scotland! Scotland! Sheathe the sword, Scotland! for dimmed is its shine.

Thy foemen are flying, flying, flying, And who kens nae mercy is nae son o' thine.

The struggle is over, over, over,

The struggle is over, the victory

won:

There are tears for the fallen, fallen, fallen,

And glory for all who their duty have done.

Sheathe the sword, Scotland! Scotland! Scotland!

With thy loved thistle new laurels entwine:

Time ne'er shall part them, part them, part them,

But hand down the garland to each son o' thine.

THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY.

I HAE wander'd mony a night in June,
Along the banks of Clyde,
Beneath a bright and bonnie moon,
Wi' Mary at my side;

As summer was she to mine e'e,
And to my heart a joy,

And well she loo'd to roam wi' me,

Her Highland minstrel boy.

I hae wandered, &c.

Oh! her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer,

And I thought the flowers were sweeter far

When they were seen with her.
Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,
Her glance was full o' joy,
And oh her heart was true to me,
Her Highland minstrel boy.

Oh! her presence, &c.

I hae play'd to ladies fair and gay,
In many a southron hall,

But there is one far-far away,
A world above them all.

And now, though weary years have fled,

I think, with mournful joy, Upon the day when Mary wed Her Highland minstrel boy.

I hae play'd to ladies, &c

HARK! THE CONVENT BELLS

HARK! the Convent bells are ringing.
And the nuns are sweetly singing,
Holy Father, hear our prayer;
Holy Father hear our prayer.
See the Novice comes to sever
Every worldly tie for ever,
Take, oh, take her to your care,
Take, oh, take her to your care,
Still radiant gleams are shining,
Her jet black locks are twining,
And her robes around her flowing,
With sunny tints are glowing,
But all earthly rays are dim,
But all earthly rays are dim.
Splendors brighter now invite her,

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While thus we chant, we chant our

vesper hymn,

While thus we chant, we chant our vesper hymn, our vesper hymn, &c.

Now the lovely maid is kneeling,
With uplifted eyes appealing,
Holy Father, hear her prayer;
Holy Father hear her prayer.
See the Abbess bending o'er her,
Breathes the sacred vow before her,
Take, oh, take her to your care,
Take, oh, take her to your care,
Her form no more possesses
Those dark luxuriant tresses,
The solemn words are spoken,
Each earthly link is broken,
But all earthly joys are dim,
But all earthly rays are dim.
Splendors brighter now invite her,
While thus we chant, we chant our
vesper hymn,

While thus we chant, we chant our vesper hymn, our vesper hymn, &c.

WE MET.

WE met! 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me;

He came! I could not breathe, for his eye was upon me!

He spoke his words were cold, and his smile was unalter'd;

I knew how much he felt, for his deeptoned voice falter'd.

I wore my bridal robe, and I rivalled its whiteness;

Bright gems were in my hair, how I hated their brightness!

He call'd me by name, as the bride of another;

Oh! thou hast been the cause of this anguish-my mother!

And once again we met, and a fair girl was near him;

He smil'd and whisper'd low, as I once used to hear him;.

She leant upon his arm-once 'twas mine, and mine only!

I wept !-for I deserv'd to feel wretched and lonely.