"Sae ever shute Lord KENNETH's faes,"

The Valiant WILLIAM faid:

Wi' this I war nae wi' the wind."
And drew his glittering blade.

Below the arrows' arch they rush'd
Wi' mony a shout, sae fast:
Beneath the rainbow the big clouds
Sae drives the roaring blast.

Bald WALTER fprang frae aff his steid,
And drave him o'er the lee ;

"Curs'd be the name of that base cow'rd That could but think to flee."

Firmly he fet his manly foot,

And firm his targe he bare;

Never may WALTER greet his friends,
If KENNETH's fee him mair

Fair MARGARET wi' her maidens fat
Within the painted wa';

She started at ilk breath of wind
That whistled through the ha'.

"Wha was't that gi'd yon cry below?
Say, page, does ill betide?"
KENNETH and WILLIAM baith are flain;
Mak haste, mak haste and ride."

Her maidens fcriech'd: but any speech
Nor wail of wae, had she;

She bow'd her head, and fair she sigh'd, And cald Death clos'd her ee.

Frennet Hall. Part ift.

WHE

HEN Frennett castle's ivied wall Thro' yallow leaves were seen; When birds forfook the fapless boughs, And bees the faded green;

Then Lady FRENNET, vengeful dame,
Did wander frae the ha',
To the wild foreft's dewie gloom,
Among the leaves that fa'.

Her page, the swifteft of her train,
Had clumb a lofty tree,
Whase branches to the angry blast
Were foughing mournfullie.

He turn'd his een towards the path
That near the castle lay,

Where good lord JOHN and ROTHEMAY
Were rideing down the brae.

Swift darts the eagle from the sky,
When prey beneath is seen :
As quickly he forgot his hold,
And perch'd upon the green.

O hie thee, hie thee! lady gay,
Frae this dark wood awa:
Some visitors of gallant mein
Are hasting to the ha'.

Then round she rowed her filken plaid,

Her feet she did na spare,

Until she left the forest skirts

A lang bow-shot and mair.

O where, O where, my good lord JOHN,
O tell me where you ride?
Within my castle-wall this night
I hope you mean to bide.

Kind nobles, will ye but alight,
In yonder bower to stay ;
Saft ease shall teach you to forget
The hardness of the way.

Forbear entreaty, gentle dame,
How can we here remain?

Full well you ken your husband dear
Was by our father flain.

The thoughts of which with fell revenge
Your angry bosom swell :

Enraged you've fworn that blood for blood
Should this black paffion quell.

O fear not, fear not, good lord JOHN,

That I will you betray,

Or fue requittal for a debt

Which nature cannot pay.

Bear witness, a' ye powers on high,
Ye lights that 'gin to shine,
This night fhall prove the facred cord
That knits your faith and mine.

The lady flee with honeyed words
Entic'd thir youths to stay :

But morning fun nere fhone upon
Lord JOHN nor ROTHEMAY.

Tune, Wally wally up the bank.

E

ARL DOUGLAS, than quham nevir knicht
Had valour more ne courtesie,

Zet he's now blamet by a' the land
For lightillying o' his gay Lady.

Go, little page, and tell your lord,
Gin he will cum and dyne wi' me,
I'll fet him on a feat of gold,

I'll serve him wi' my bended knee.

The little page gaid up the stair :
"Lord DOUGLAS, dyne wi' zour lady;

She'll fet you on a feat of gold,

And serve ze on her bended knee."

Quhen cockle-fhells turn filler bells;
Quhen muffells grow on ilka tree;
Quhen froft and fna fall warm us a',
Then fall I dyne wi' my lady.

Now wae betide ze, black Fastness,
Ay and an ill dead mai ze die :
Ze was the first and foremost man

Quha parted my true lord and me.

To the tune of Leaderhaughs and Yarrow.

I

DREAM'D a dreary dream last night:

God keep us a' frae forrow:

I dream'd I pu'd the birk fae green
Wi' my true luve on Yarrow.

I'll read your dream, my fifter dear,
I'll tell you a' your forrow:

You pu'd the birk wi' your true luve;
He's kill'd, he's kill'd on Yarrow.

O gentle wind, that bloweth fouth
To where my love repaireth,
Convey a kifs from his dear mouth,
And tell me how he fareth!

But o'er yon glen run armed men,

Have wrought me dule and forrow:
They've flain, they've flain the comlieft fwain,
He bleeding lies on Yarrow.

A

LAMMIKIN

To the Tune of Gil Morrice.

BETTER mason than LAMMIKIN

Never builded wi' the stane:
Quha builded Lord WEIRES caftell,
Bot wages nevir gat nane.