The day is past, It was the last Of suffering and of sorrow And o'er the men Of northern glen Arose a brighter morrow. The pibroch rang With bolder clang Along the hills of heather; An' fresh an' strong The thistle sprung That had begun to wither! Our sovereign gone, Whom we think on As sons on sire regarded, Of the plaided north Beheld the worth And loyalty rewarded. Return'd their own, And to the throne Bound all their spirits lordly, Now who will stand, With dirk or brand, As Donald does for Geordie ? Beannaich-an-righ! Beannaich-an-righ! Her nainsell now be praying. Though standard praw, And broadsword law, She all aside be laying, With Heelant might, For Shorge's right, Cot! put she'll braolich rarely, Gin lords her nain Pe lords ackain, That fell for sake of Charlie! THE LADDIE THAT I KEN O'. THERE'S a bonny, bonny laddie that I ken o', He has a sweet wooing tongue, The bonny, bonny laddie that I ken o'. He has woo'd me for his own, an' I trow him, O, For it's needless to deny that I loe him, O; When I see his face come ben, Then a' the lads I ken, I think them sae far, far below him, O. There is Annie, the demure little fairy, O, They may set their caps at him, An' greet till they gae blin', But his love for his Jean will never vary, O. He'll come to me at e'en though he's weary, O, An' the way be baith langsome an' eery, O, An' he'll tirl at the pin, For my bosom it burns to be near ye, O!" He's a queer bonny laddie that I ken o', He's a dear bonny laddie that I ken o'; An' he'll reave a kiss frae me, The bonny, bonny laddie that I ken o'. O LADY DEAR. COPIED from the Queen's Wake. affected. Queen Mary hears an ancient bard singing it to her at a distance, and is deeply It was set to music on a single sheet by Mr Monzanni. I also composed an air for it, since known by the name of "The Cameronian's Midnight Hymn." See the Brownie of Bodsbeck. O LADY dear, fair is thy noon, But man is like the inconstant moon; For the shower must fall, and the flow'ret die. |