“ OSCAR'S GHOST.
Tune, Roslin Castle.
O! See that form that faintly gleams,
It's Oscar come to chear my dreams,
On wings of wind he flies away;
O! stay my lovely Oscar, stay,
Wake Ossian, last of Fingal's line ”

“ Till the sun beams around as play,
⁠we'll sit and take another pitcher,
The silver moon she shines so bright,
⁠she shines most bright—I swear by Nature,
That if my minute-glass goes right,
⁠we've time to drink the other pitcher. ”

“ If not, my love will turn despair,
my passion no more tender:
I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,
to lonely woods I'll wander,
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”