Like harmony her motion;
Her pretty ankle is a spy
Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky.
Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and graceful air; Ilk feature-auld Nature

Declared that she could do na mair. Hers are the willing chains o' love, By conquering beauty's sovereign law; And aye my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she loes me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy show at sunny noon;

Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon

Fair beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes his sang : There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love, And say thou loes me best of a'!

SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.
TUNE-Aye waukin 0.

SIMMER's a pleasant time,
Flowers of every colour;
The water rins o'er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.

Aye waukin O,

Waukin still and wearie :
Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk I'm eerie :
Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie,

Lanely night comes on,

A' the lave are sleeping;
I think on my bonnie lad,

And bleer my een wi' greetin'.

SLEEP'ST THOU, OR WAK'ST

THOU?

TUNE-Deil tak the Warɛ.

SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest crea

ture?

Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud, which Nature

Waters wi' the tears o' joy:

Now thro' the leafy woods,
And by the reeking floods,

Wild Nature's tenants, freely, gladly stray:
The lintwhite in his bower

Chants o'er the breathing flower,

The lav'rock to the sky

Ascends wi' sangs o' joy,

While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.

Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature gladd'ning and adorning;
Such to me my lovely maid.
When absent from my fair,
The murky shades o' care

With starless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky;
But when in beauty's light,
She meets my ravish'd sight,
When through my very heart
Her beaming glories dart,

'Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy.

SOMEBODY!

TUNE-For the sake of Somebody,

My heart is sair-I dare na tell-
My heart is sair for somebody;
could wake a winter night
For the sake of somebody.
Oh-hon, for somebody!
Oh-hey, for somebody!

I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody!

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
Oh, sweetly smile on somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody.
Oh-hon, for somebody!
Oh-hey, for somebody!

I wad do what wad I not!
For the sake o' somebody!

SONG OF DEATH.

AIR-Oran an Diog.

Scene-A field of battle.-Time of the day, evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song:

FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth and ye skies,

Now gay with the bright setting sun; Farewell loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties

Our race of existence is run!

Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe!

Go, frighten the coward and slave;

Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know,

No terrors hast thou to the brave!

Thou strik'st the dull peasant-he sinks in the dark,

Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name; Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark!

He falls in the blaze of his fame!

In the field of proud honour-our swords in our hands,

Our king and our country to saveWhile victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,

Oh, who would not die with the brave!

STAY MY CHARMER.

TUNE-An Gille dubh ciar dhubh.

STAY, my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me !

Well you know how much you grieve me;
Cruel charmer, can you go?
Cruel charmer, can you go?

By my love so ill requited,
By the faith you fondly plighted,
By the pangs of lovers slighted,
Do not, do not leave me so !
Do not, do not leave me so !

STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.

THICKEST night, o'erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, o'er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Still surround my lonely cave!

Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.

In the cause of right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we strongly waged,

But the heavens denied success.