Kiss'd yestreen, kiss'd yestreen, She blether'd it round to her fae and her friend, HEY DONALD, HOW DONALD. Wi' pleasure ne'er can move me. KITTY O'CARROL. Ye may boast of your charms, and be proud to be sure, But, ere I got wedded to old Thady More, I had dozens of wooers each night at my door, MY DAYS HAE FLOWN WI' GLEESOME SPEED. My days hae flown wi' gleesome speed, Grief ne'er sat heavy on my mind, Sae happy in my rural reed, I lilted every care behind; I've whiles been vext, and sair perplext, When friends prov'd false, or beauty shy, But, like gude John O'Badenyon, I crun'd my lilt, and car'd na by. THE BANKS OF SPEY. Scenes of my childhood, your wanderer hails you, THE Harp of Benfrewshire. I. GLEN-ORRA. THE gale is high, the bark is light, No bright'ning hope can gild the morrow, Thy lover hails a distant shore, Nor thinks of thee far in Glen-Orra. The moon is up, the maiden's gone, Where flower and tree the night dews cover, To weep by mountain streamlet lone, K Turn, faithless wretch, seek Orra's wild, The moon hangs pale o'er Orra's steep, The loveliest flower in green Glen-Orra. II. LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF. AIR-" Cadil gu lo." O slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright, The hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we see, O rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, |