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THE WEARY PUND O' TOW.
TUNE-The weary Pund o' Tow.
The weary pund o' tow;
Before she spin her tow.
As guid as e'er did grow;
Is ae poor pund o' tow.
Beyont the ingle lowe,
To drouk the stowrie tow.
Gae spin your tap o' tow!
She brak it o'er my pow.
Gaed foremost o'er the knowe ;
I'll wallop in a tow.
THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.
TUNE-Morag. Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover ;
Since my young Highland Rover
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon !
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
Shall a' be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing.
When by his mighty warden
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.
THEIR GROVES O' SWEET MYRTLE.
TUNE-Humours of Glen. Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign
lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the
perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green
breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang
yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom
bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly
For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers,
(Jean. A-listening the linnet, aft wonders my
Tho' rich is the breeze in their gay sunny
valleys, And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave; Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt
the proud palace, What are they? —the haunt of the tyrant
and slave! The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling
fountains, The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain ; He wanders as free as the winds of his
mountains, Save love's willing fetters—the chains o'
THENIEL MENZIE'S BONNIE.
At Darlet we a blink did tarry ;
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary;
Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.
Her haffet locks as brown's a berry ; And aye they dimpl’t wi' a smile,
The rosy cheeks o' bonnie Mary.