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Beyond the darkening ocean burned

The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimeau valleys learned

How English love remembers.

And once again a fire of hell

Rained on the Russian quarters, With scream of shot, and burst of shell,

And bellowing of the mortars !

And Irish Nora's eyes are dim

For a singer dumb and gory ; And English Mary mourns for him

Who sang of " Annie Lauric." Sleep, soldiers ! still in honored rest

Your truth and valor wearing : The bravest are the tenderest,

The loving are the daring.


O NANNY, WILT THOU GANG WI' ME? O NANNY, wilt thou gang wi' me,

Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? Can silent glens have charms for thee,

The lowly cot and russet gown ?
Nae langer drest in silken sheen,

Nae langer decked wi' jewels rare,
Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

O Nanny, when thou 'rt far awa,

Wilt thou not cast a look behind ? Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,

Nor shrink before the winter wind ? O, can that soft and gentle mien

Severest hardships learn to bear, Nor, sad, regret each courtly scene,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

O Nanny, canst thou love so true,

Through perils keen wi' me to gae ? Or, when thy swain mishap shall rue,

To share with him the pang of wae ? Say, should disease or pain befall,

Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor, wishful, those gay scenes recall

Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

And when at last thy love shall die,

Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thon repress each struggling sigh,

And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his much-loved clay

Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear ? Nor then regret those scenes so gay,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?


Though, when other maids stand by,
I may deign thee no reply,
Turn not then away, and sigh, –

Smile, and never heed me
If our love, indeed, be such
As must thrill at every touch,
Why should others learn as much ? -

Smile, and never heed me!

Even if, with maiden pride,
I should bid thee quit my side,
Take this lesson for thy guide,

Smile, and never heed me!
But when stars and twilight meet,
And the dew is falling sweet,
And thou hear'st my coming feet, -

Then— thou then — mayst heed me!




O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad,
Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.

But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back stile, and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na comin' to me.
And come, etc.

O whistle, etc.

At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as tho' that ye cared nae a flie;
But steal me a blink o'your bonnie black e'e,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.
Yet look, etc.

O whistle, etc.

Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But court nae anither, tho' jokin' ye be,
For fear that she wile your fancy frae me.
For fear, etc.

O whistle, etc.



“You have heard," said a youth to his sweet.

heart, who stood, While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight's



“ You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of

wood ? I wish that that Danish boy's whistle were


Consider, lad, how folks will crack,

And what a great affair they 'll mak' Onaething but a simple smack,

That 's gi'en or ta'en before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,

Behave yoursel before folk, ---
Nor gi'e the tongue o' old and young

Occasion to come o'er folk.

“And what would you do with it?— tell me,"|

she said, While an arch smile played over her beautiful

face. “I would blow it,” he answered; "and then my

fair maid Would fly to my side, and would here take her


I'm sure wi' you I've been as free
As ony modest lass should be;
But yet it doesna do to see

Sic freedom used before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,

Behave yoursel' before folk, -
I'll ne'er submit again to it;

So mind you that — before folk !

“Is that all you wish it for? That may be yours

Without any magic," the fair maiden cried : “A favor so slight one's good nature secures;”

And she playfully seated herself by his side.
I would blow it again," said the youth, “and

the charm Would work so, that not even Modesty's check Would be able to keep from my neck your fine

arm :" She smiled, --- and she laid her fine arm round

his neck.

Ye tell me that my face is fair:
It may be sae - 1 dinna care —
But ne'er again gar't blush so sair

As ye hae done before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,

Behave yoursel' before folk, -
Nor heat my cheeks wi' your mad freaks,

But aye be douce before folk !

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