While I fell on his bosom, heart-flichter'd an' fain, An' sigh'd out, "O, Johnnie, I'll aye be your ain!" While I fell on his bosom, &c. Some lasses will talk to the lads wi' their e'e, For mony lang year sin' I play'd on the lea, THE CRADLE SONG. Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e! Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, For thou art doubly dear to me A sailor laddie, o'er the sea; O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e! For thou art doubly dear to me. Thy neck is like the mountain snaw. Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e! Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing, For thou art doubly dear to me. O, but thy daddie's absence, lang, Might break my dowie heart in twa, Wert thou na left, a dautit pledge, To steal the eerie hours awa'! THE WAITS. Wha's this, wi' voice o' music sweet, Their sweetest notes o' melody, O, sweetest minstrels! weet your pipe That gars me sigh, and drap a tear. They never yield a charm for me; Unlike our ain, by nature made, Unlike the saft delight they gi'e; For weel I ween they warm the breast, Though sair oppress'd wi' poortith cauld; An' sae an auld man's heart they cheer, He tines the thought that he is auld. O, sweetest minstrels! halt awee, Enraptured wi' your bonnie sång. The dying sounds yet thrill fu' sweet. INDEX. TITLES OF THE POEMS, BALLADS, DRAMATIC PIECES, &c. Coire Cheathaich: or the Glen of the Mist,. 229 Invective against Mouth-thankless, 23 Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide, Ae fond kiss, and then we sever, Ah! can I behold, love, Ah me! how mournful, wan, and slow, |