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, An' cry," Jeanie, let me in, 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'; For he'll tak' me on his knee, An' he'll reave a kiss frae me, The bonny, bonny laddie that I ken o'. O LADY DEAR. Queen Mary hears an COPIED from the Queen's Wake. ancient bard singing it to her at a distance, and is deeply affected. 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; Watch thy young bosom and virgin eye, For the shower must fall, and the flow'ret die. THE SPECTRE'S CRADLE SONG. HUSH, my bonny babe!-hush, and be still! For thee have I travail'd in weakness and woe, My heart was kind, and I fell in the snare, T I sinn'd, I sorrow'd-I died for thee, Then O, my bonny babe, smile on me! See yon thick clouds of the murky hue, Yon star that peeps from its window blue Away and beyond yon little star,— There's a home of peace that soon shall be thine, And there shalt thou see thy father and mine, Away from sorrow, away from ill Hush, my bonny babe !-hush, and be still! The flowers of this world will bud and decay, HYMN TO THE GOD OF THE SEA. THIS and the foregoing songs are copied, with a slight variation, from the Queen's Wake, as pieces that might be successfully set to music. O THOU, Who makest the ocean to flow, To thee the incense of song we heap, Thou, who knowest not slumber nor sleep, Great spirit that movest on the face of the ocean, To thee!-to thee !-we sing to thee, God of the western wind! God of the sea! To thee, who breathest in the bosom'd sail, |