333 THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN THE Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great, Down by the dyke'-side a lady did dwell; His wig was weel pouther'd and as gude as new; · He took the grey mare, and rade cannily," Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben,— Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine: And when she cam' ben he bowed fu' low; Dumfounder'd was he; but nae sigh did he gi'e, And aften he thought as he gaed through the glen, 1 Troublesome. 9 8 One. 4 Powdered. 2 Stone wall. 7 Cap. 8 Low. 5 Cautiously. And now that the Laird his exit had made, 10 Next time that the Laird and the lady were seen, 334 THE ROWAN TREE O ROWAN1 tree, O rowan tree! thou'lt aye be dear to me! There wasna sic a bonnie tree in a' the country side. O rowan tree! How fair wert thou in simmer time, wi' a' thy clusters white, How rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi' berries red and bright! On thy fair stem were mony names which now nae mair I see, But they're engraven on my heart-forgot they ne'er can be! O rowan tree! We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran, They pu'd thy bonnie berries red, and necklaces they strang. O there arose my father's prayer, in holy evening's calm; How sweet was then my mother's voice in the Martyr's psalm! Now a' are gane! we meet na mair aneath the rowan tree! 335 WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? THE news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,' For ships o' war hae just come in, Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be king but Charlie? Come thro' the heather, around him gather, The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand, Hae to a man declared to stand The Lowlands a', baith great an sma', There's ne'er a lass in a' the lan', Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name our heart's blood warms; 1 Last night. • Wonder. Together. • Ask. 336 Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be king but Charlie? Come thro' the heather, around him gather, CHARLIE IS MY DARLING 'Twas on a Monday morning, O Charlie is my darling, As he cam' marching up the street, O Charlie is my darling, etc. Wi' Hieland bonnets on their heads, O Charlie is my darling, etc. They've left their bonnie Hieland hills, To draw the sword for Scotland's lord, O Charlie is my darling, etc. O, there were mony beating hearts, O Charlie is my darling, 337 ALEXANDER ROSS WOOED AND MARRIED AND A' THE bride cam' out o' the byre, And O, as she dighted' her cheeks, 'Sirs, I'm to be married the-night, And ha'e neither blankets nor sheets Ha'e neither blankets nor sheets, Nor scarce a coverlet too; The bride that has a' thing to borrow, Wooed and married and a'! That was wooed and married and a'? |