“ Rush, ye rains of the night, down the vale,—
May a torrent inundate each rill.
And a hurricane roar in each gale:
Flash, lightnings, and pierce my poor brain!
Roll, thunders, in terrible roar!
For my Ellen, the pride of the plain,
My Ellen, alas! is no more.
Be barren each blossom of spring—
Be blighted each fruit of the earth—
Let sorrow strike every string,
And drown the wild musie of mirth! ”

“ Let not pretty Susan mourn;
Tho‘ cannons roar, yet safe from harm,
William shall to his dear return,
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should fall from Susan's eye. ”

“ My last expiring hour shall cheer,
And bless the wand'rer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd,
Still may you claim a soldier‘s thanks,
A soldier's gratitude. ”

“ Charlie is my Darling.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
‘Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie eame to our town,
The young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c,
As he came marching up the street,
The pipes play'd loud and clear,
And a‘ the folk came running out,
To meet the Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c.
Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads,
And claymore's bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c. ”

“ Wandering Willie.
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie;
⁠Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
⁠Tell me thou bring’st me, my Willie, the same.
Winter winds blew loud and eauld at our parting,
⁠Fears for my Willie brought tears frae my e’e;
Welcome now simmer, and weleome my Willie,
⁠The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o’ your slumbers.
⁠How your dread howling a lover alarms ”