That sacred hour can I forget,
Can I forget the hallowed grove,
Where by the winding Ayr we met,
To live one day of parting love!
Eternity will not efface

Those records dear of transports past;
Thy image at our last embrace,

Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene; The flow'rs sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every sprayTill too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem❜ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

TO THEE, LOVED NITH.

TUNE-Unknown.

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchar'

I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes,
Tho' memory there my bosom tear;
For there he rov'd that brake my heart,
Yet to that heart, ah! still how dear!

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
TUNE-Cold blows the Wind.

CHORUS.

Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn-
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

WAE IS MY HEART.

TUNE-Wae is my heart.

WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee; Lang, lang, joy's been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

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Love, thou hast pleasures and deep hae I loved;

Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I proved :

But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,

I can feel its throbbings will soon be at rest.

Oh, if I were happy, where happy I hae been, Down by yon stream, and yon bonnie castle

green;

For there he is wand'ring, and musing on me, Wha wad soon dry the tear frae Phillis's ee.

WANDERING WILLIE.

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
Winter-winds blew loud and cauld at our
parting,

Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee;
Welcome now simmer and welcome my Willie,
The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers,

How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my

arms!

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his
Nannie,

Flow still between us thou wide-roaring main!
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain!

WHARE HAE YE BEEN.

TUNE-Killiecrankie.

WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Where hae ye been sae brankie, O?
Oh, where hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
An ye had been where I hae been,
Ye wad na been sae cantie, O;
An ye had seen what I hae seen,
On the braes of Killiecrankie, O.
I fought at land, I fought at sea;
At hame I fought my auntie, O;
But I met the devil and Dundee,
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.
The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,
And Clavers got a clankie O;
Or I had fed an Athole gled,

On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE.

TONE-What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?

Bad luck on the penny that tempted my

minnie

To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie

To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'!

He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to

e'enin',

[lang; He hoasts and he hirples the weary day He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is

frozen,

Oh, dreary's the night wi'a crazy auld man! He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen,

Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld

man!

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he

cankers,

I never can please him, do a' that I can; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows :

Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

He's peevish and jealous of a' the young

fellows :

[man! Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart

break him, [pan. And then his auld brass will buy me a new