When Jeanie fung with hearty glee,

To charm her winfome Marrow,
My bonny laddie, gang wi' me,
My bonny, &c.

We'll o'er the braes of Yarrow.

My bonny laddie gang wi' me,
We'll d'er, &c.

He kifs'd and loo'd the pretty maid,
Her fparkling een had won his heart,
No nymph the youth had e'er betray'd,
No fears had fhe, the fwain no art.
And fill the fang with heart and glee,
To charm her winfome Marrow,

My bonny laddie, gang wi' me,
My bonny, &c.

We'll o'er the braes of Yarrow.
My bonny laddie gang wi' me,
We'll'o'er, &c.

SONG 211.

ROSLIN CASTLE.

'TWAS in that feafon of the year,

When all things gay and fweet appear, That Colin, with the morning ray,

Arofe and fung his rural lay;

Of Nanny's charms the fhepherd fung,
The hills and dales with Nanny rung,
While Roflin caftle heard the fwain,
And echo'd back the chearful ftrain..

Awake, fweet mufe, the breathing spring,
With rapture warms, awake and fing;
Awake, and join the vocal throng,.
And hail the morning with a fong;
To Nanny raife the chearful lay,
O bid her hafte and come away;
In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn,
And add new graces to the morn.

O hark, my love, on every fpray
Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay;
'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng,
And love infpires the melting fong;
Then let my ravish'd notes arife,,
For beauty dart's from Nanny's eyes;
And love my rifing bofom warms,
And fills my foul with fweet alarms.

O come, my love, thy Colin's lay,
With rapture calls, O. come away,::
Come, while the mufe this wreath fhall twine,
Around that modeft brow of thine:

O hither hafte, and with thee bring,
That beauty, blooming like the fpring,,
Thofe graces that divinely fhine,

And charm this ravish'd heart of mine.

SONG 212.

A HUNTING SONG.

RECITAT I V E.

HARK! the horn calls away,

Come the grave, come the gay, Wake to mufic that wakens the fkies, Quit the bondage of floth, and arife.

AIR.

From the east breaks the morn,

See the fun-beams adorn

The wild heath and the mountains fo high; Shrilly opes the ftaunch hound,

The fteed neighs to the found, And the floods and the vallies reply.

Our forefathers fo good, Prov'd their greatness of blood, By encount'ring the pard and the boar; Ruddy health bloom'd each face, Age and youth urg'd the chace, And taught woodlands and forefts to roar.

Hence of noble defcent,

Hills and wilds we frequent, Where the bofom of nature's reveal'd;

Tho' in life's bufy day,

Man of man make a prey,

Still let ours be the prey of the field.

With the chace in full fight,... Gods, how great the delight, How our mortal fenfations refine Where is care? where is fear? Like the winds in the rear,

And the man's loft in fomething divine..

Now to horfe, my brave boys,
Lo each pants for the joys
That anon fhall enliven the whole;:
Then, at eve we'll difmount,
Toils and pleasures recount,
And renew the chace, over the bowl..

SONG 213

COME roufe from your trances,.

The fly morn advances,

To catch fluggish mortals in bed.;.

Let the horn's jocund note

In the wind fweetly float,

While the fox from the brake lifts his head;

Now creeping,.

Now peeping,

The fox from the brake lifts his head:

Each away to his fteed,
Your goddefs fhall lead,

Come, follow, my worshippers, follow;
For the chace all prepare,

See the hounds fnuff the air,

Hark, hark, to the huntfman's fweet holloo

Hark Jowler, hark Rover,

See reynard breaks cover,.
The hunter's fly over the ground.;
Now they fkim o'er the plain,

Now they dart down the lane,

And the hills, woods, and.vallies refound,

With dashing,

And fplashing,

The hills, woods, and vallies refound:

Then away with, full speed,

Your goddess fhall lead,

Come follow, my worshippers, follow;

O'er hedge, ditch, and gate,

If you ftop you'r too late,

Hark, hark, to the huntfman's fweet holloo!

SON G 214%

BRITON'S GLORY.

COME ye lads who wish to fhine,

Bright in future ftory,