She's bow-hough'd, she's hein shinn'd,
Ae limpin leg a hand-bread shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter:
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther;
Sic a wife, &c.

Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,

An' wi' her loof her face a washin;
But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,

She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion ;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan-Water;

Sic a wife as Willie had,
...I wad na gie a button for her.

GLOOMY DECEMBER.

E mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! ince mair I-hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; was the parting thou makes me remember, arting wi' Nancy, Oh! ne'er to meet mair; d lovers' parting is sweet painful pleasure, ope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; the dire feeling, O farewell for ever! s anguish unmingl'd and agony pure.

ld as the winter now tearing the forest, Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown,

Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom,
Since my last hope and last comfort is gone;

Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,
Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;
For sad was the parting thou makes me remember,
Parting wi' Nancy, Oh! ne'er to meet mair.

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE.

WILT thou be my dearie?

When sorrow wrings my gentle heart,
O wilt thou let me cheer thee?
By the treasure of my soul,
And that's the love I bear thee!
I swear and vow, that only thou
Shall ever be my dearie.

Only thou, I swear and vow,
Shall ever be my dearie.

Lassie, say thou lo'es me;

Or if thou wilt na be my ain,

Say na thou'lt refuse me ;

If it winna, canna be,

Thou for thine may choose me;
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo'es me.
Lassie, let me quickly die,
Trusting that theu lo'es me.

SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE.

SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,
'I lo'ed her meikle and lang;
-She's broken her Vow, she's broken my heart,
And I may e'en gae hang.

A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear;
But woman is but warld's gear,
Sae let the bonnie lass gang.

Whae er

ye be that woman love,

To this be never blind,

Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove,

A woman has't by kind:

O woman lovely, woman fair!

An angel form's faun to thy share,

"Twad been o'er meikle to gien thee mair, I mean an angel mind.

AFTON-WATER.

FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, wiinding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks, and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ;*
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets, she steams the clear

wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Afton-Water is the stream on which stands Afton-lodge: to which Mrs Stewart removed from Stair.-Afton-lodge was Mrs Stewart's property from her father. The song was presented to her in return for her notice, the first he ever received from any person in her rank of life.

E.