Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in

the state ;
Then let your schemes alone in the state;
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone

To his fate.

YESTREEN I HAD A PINT O' WINE.

TUNE--Banks of Banna. YESTREEN I had a pint wine,

A place where body saw na'; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine

The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness

Rejoicing o'er his manna,
Was naething to my hinnie bliss

Upon the lips of Anna.
Ye monarchs tak the east and west,

Frae Indus to Savannah !
Gie me within my straining grasp

The melting form of Anna.
There I'll despise imperial charms,

An empress or sultana,
While dying raptures in her arms

I give and take with Anna.
Awa, thou flaunting god o' day!

Awa, thou pale Diana !
Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray,

When I'm to meet my Anna.

P

Come, in thy raven plumage, night!

Sun, moon, and stars withdrawn a' And bring an angel pen to write

My transports wi' my Anna !

YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS.

TUNE-Yon wild mossy Mountains. Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,

[Clyde, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the

heather to feed, And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes

on his reed. Where the grouse lead their coveys thro'

the heather to feed, And the shepherd tents his flock as he

pipes on his reed. Not Gowrie's rich valleys, nor Forth s sunny shores,

[moors ; To me hae the charms o' yon wild, mossy For there, by a lanely and sequester'd stream Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.

[stream, For there, by a lanely and sequester'd Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and

my dream. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,

[row strath; 'k stream foaming down its ain green, nar

For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us undeeded flee the swift hours o' love.

[rove, For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I While o'er us unheeded flee the swift

hours o' love.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair ;
O’nice education but sma' is her share ;
Her parentage humble as humble can be ;
But I loe the dear lassie because she loes me.

Her parentage humble as humble can be,
But I loe the dear lassie because she loes

me. To beauty what man but maun yield him a

prize, In her armour o'glances, and blushes, and sighs!

[her darts, And when wit and refinement hae polish'd They dazzle our een as they flee to our hearts. And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,

[hearts. They dazzle our een, as they flee to our But kindness, sweet kindness in the fond

sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in

[charms ! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd

[charms ! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering

her arms,

in her arms,

YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE

PLAIN! TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen. Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain ; Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reigned resistless king of love : But now wi' sighs and starting tears, He strays amang the woods and briers; Or in the glens and rocky caves His sad complaining dowie raves. I wha sae late did range and rove, And chang'd with every moon my love, I little thought the time was near, Repentance I should buy sae dear : The slighted maids my torment see, And laugh at a' the pangs I dree While she my cruel scornfu' fair, Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

YOUNG JOCKEY.

Tune-Young Jockey.
Young Jockey was the blythest lad

In a' our town or here awa :
Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud,

Fu’ lightly danced he in the ha'.
He roosed me een, sae bonnie blue,

He roosed my waist sae genty sma', And aye my heart came to my

mou' When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockey toils upon the plain,

Thro' wind and weet, thro’ frost and snaw : And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,

When Jockey's owsen hameward ca' And aye the night comes round again,

When in his arms he takes me a', And aye he vows he'll be my ain,

As lang's he has a breath to draw.

YOUNG PEGGY.

TUNE-Last time I came o'er the Muir.

Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass,

Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,

With early gems adorning :
Her eyes outshine the radiant beams

That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o'er the crystal streams,

And cheer each fresh’ning flower.
Her lips, more than the cherries bright,

A richer dye has graced them ;
They charm th' admiring gazer's sight,

And sweetly tempt to taste them :
Her smile is, as the evening, mild,

When feather'd tribes are courting, And little lambkins wanton wild,

In playful bands disporting.