The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife; Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:

The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood:

But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance, He learned to fear in his own native wood.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,

Her bright course of glory for ever shall

run:

For brave Caledonia immortal must be;

I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle-triangle the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;

But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.

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CAN I CEASE TO CARE.

TUNE-Aye wakin 0.

CHORUS.

LONG, long the night

Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight

Is on her bed of sorrow.

TU

Can I cease to care,
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling fair

Is on the couch of anguish ?
Every hope is fled,

Every fear is terror;
Slumber even I dread,

Every dream is horror.
Hear me, Pow'rs divine!
Oh! in pity hear me !
Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me !

CANST THOU LEAVE ME THUS, MY KATY?

TUNE-Roy's Wife.

CHORUS.

CANST thou leave me thus, my Katy? Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Well thou knowest my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus for pity? Is this thy plighted, fond regard, Thus cruelly to part, my Katy? Is this thy faithful swain's rewardAn aching, broken heart, my Katy? Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear

That fickle heart of thine, my Katy! Thou mayst find those will love thee dearBut not a love like mine, my Katy.

CASSILLIS' BANKS.

TUNE-Unknown.

Now bank and brae are claith'd in green,
And scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring;
By Girvan's fairy haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing.
To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,
There wi' my Mary let me flee,
There catch her ilka glance of love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's ee!

The child wha boasts o' warld's walth
Is aften laird o' meikle care;
But Mary she is a' my ain-

Ah! fortune canna gie me mair.
Then let me range by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,
And catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's ee!

CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES.

CHORUS.

CA' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

Hark the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.