O blessed fountain, give her back To a thing divine as thee; THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY JEANIE. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. From "Cromek's Remains." THOU hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie, By a' the stars sown thick ower heaven, Then foul fa' the hands that loose sic bands, Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield, I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o' luve, Her white arm wad be a pillow for me, Fu' safter than the down, And Luve wad winnow ower us his kind, kind wings, And sweetly I'll sleep, an' soun'. Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve, Come here and kneel wi' me; The morn is fu' o' the presence o' God, The morn-wind is sweet 'mang the beds o' new flowers, The wee birds sing kindlie an' hie; Our gudeman leans owre his kale-yard dyke, And a blythe auld bodie is he. The Beuk maun be taen whan the carle comes hame Wi' the holie psalmodie, And thou maun speak o' me to thy God, UFON a simmer afternoon, A wee before the sun gaed down, My lassie, in a braw new gown, The rose-bud, tinged with morning show'r, But Katie was the fairest flower That ever bloom'd in Gowrie. Nae thought had I to do her wrang, I'll tak ye to my father's ha', The brawest wife in Gowrie." "A silken gown o' siller gray My mither coft last new-year's day, To keep me out o' Gowrie. Daft Will short syne cam' courting Nell, "Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine Saft kisses on her lips I laid, The blush upon her cheeks soon spread, "O Pate, I'll stay in Gowrie !" Founded upon an older ballad, by William Reid of Glasgow, entitled "Kate o' KELVIN GROVE. From the "Harp of Renfrewshire," 1820. LET us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie O; Paints the hollow dingle's side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie O. Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie O; Of the roaring waters' fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie O. Oh, Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie O, Throws a soft but sweet perfume Round the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie O. Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie O, I could stay thy father's pride, And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie O. But the frowns of fortune lower, bonnie lassie O, Wake the warblers on the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie O. Then farewell to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie O, To the fragrant-scented brier, Even to thee, of all most dear, bonnie lassie O. When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie O, Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie O. The author of this celebrated song is Thomas Lyle, surgeon in Glasgow. The music was arranged by R. A. Smith, composer of "Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane,” from the old Scottish melody, "Bonnie lassie O." Kelvin Grove is situated about two miles west from Glasgow, but bids fair to be included within the bounds of that rapidly increasing city. BEHAVE YOURSEL' BEFORE FOLK. ALEXANDER RODGER, born 1784, died 1846. Air-"Good morrow to your nightcap." BEHAVE yoursel' before folk; It wadna gi'e me meikle pain, Consider, lad, how folks will crack, It's no through hatred o' a kiss |