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LASSIE WI' THE RAVEN LOCKS. TUNE“ Lassie wi' the lint-white locks.” . Lassie wi' the raven locks,
Charming lassie, Highland lassie ;
Bonnie Highland Mary, ó.
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* This beautiful song is the production of Mr. ANGUS FLETCHER, a gentleman who, possessed of talents which would do honour to a much higher sphere in life, has, for these some years past, filled the humble, though honourable and useful, situation of teacher in the village of Dunoon, Argyllshire, preferring, au mid that romantic scenery by which the native energies of his mind have been excited, “ to hold the noiseless tenor of his way," to what he is pleased to style, in another of his songs (see page 185) “ ambition's faithless path,” or to more elevated life, that, Will-o'-wisp-like, lead their infatuated votaries only farther from the path of real happiness. The song, says the author, in a letter to the Editor, “was composed in compliment to an amiable young lady” (Miss MARY CAMPBELL, daughter of Mr. CAMPBELL of Ballochyle) “ from whose parents,—now gone to that coun. try from whose bourne no traveller returns, I experienced much polite attention and kindness. The lady has too much sense to be offended with the liberty I have taken, which, I Aatter myself, she will ascribe to the proper motives-gratitude, respect, and
Echaig is a fine trouting stream, well known to anglers. It THE HILLS O' GALLOWA.
TUNE_" The Lee Rig.”
I met my Julia hameward gaun;
The lammies lowpit on the lawn;
An' gloamin's plaid o' grey was thrawn
Wi' music wild the woodlands rang,
An' fragrance wing'd alang the lee,
Upon the banks o' stately Dee:
My Julia's arms encircled me;
Till dawning coost a glimmerin' ee
darts from the S. W. end of Loch-haik, in the united parish of Dunoon and Kilmun, Argyllshire, and after making several rapid windings through Strath-echaig, a distance of about three miles, discharges itself into the Holy Loch (an arm of the Clyde) at Kilmun. Ballochyle is situated on the North bank of the lesser Echaig, about a mile from the N. W. corner of the Holy Loch.
When gloamin' daunders up the hill,
An' our gudeman ca's hame the cows, Wi' her l'll trace the mossy rill
That through the rashes dimpled rows;
Or tint amang the scroggy knowes, My birken pipe I'll sweetly blaw,
An' sing the streams, the straths, and howes, The hills an' dales o' Gallowa.
An' when auld Scotland's heathy hills,
Her rural nymphs an' jovial swains, Her flow'ry wilds an’ wimplin rills,
Awake nae mair my cantie strains;
Where friendship dwells, an' freedom reigas, Where heather blooms an' moor-cocks craw,
O dig my grave, an' lay my banes Amang the hills o Gallowa.
TUNE“ Locheroch Side.”
That's slighted by his dearie.
Shall be a social coggie.
But when to manhood's height we speel,
The pleasures o' the coggie.
Till wi' o' hame grow wearie,
We're happy owre our coggie. Thro' life, when fortune turns her wheel, And ruin's blast blaws roun' our biel, Nae frien’ly han' then near to shiel,
But a' gae tapsalteerie;
And cry, “ anither coggie.”
The prospect's dark an' drearie:
An' toom the cheering coggie.
In youth or age be cheerie.