In vain to me the cowslips blaw, III. And maun I still, &e. The merry ploughboy cheers his team, But life to me's a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks. The wanton coot the water skims, The stately swan majestic swims, The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,. And owre the moorlands whistles shill, Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step I meet him on the dewy hill. VI. And maun I still, &c. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,. Blithe waukens by the daisy's side, And mounts and sings on fluttering wings, VII. And maun I still, &c. Come, Winter, with thine angry howl, CHORUS. And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e? SONG. Tune ROSLIN CASTLE." I. THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, * We cannot presume to alter any of the poems of our bard, and more especially those printed un ler his own direction; yet it is to be regretted that this chorus, which is not of his own composition, should be attached to these fine stanzas, as it perpetually interrupts the train of sentiment which they excite. E. The hunter now has left the moor, The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn She sees the scowling tempest fly: Where many a danger I must dare, III. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar ; "Tis not that fatal deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound; These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr• IV. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Farewell, my friends! Farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those The bursting tears my heart declare SONG. Tune- GILDEROY.' I. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; They never, never can divide Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, While death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh! THE FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON. Tune.-' GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI' YOU A’!' I. ADIEU!-a-heart-warm, fond adieu! II. Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft, honour'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light: And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw ! Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes when far awa'. III. May freedom, harmony, and love, |