author:Anonymous

“ Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder;
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early! ”

“ To anger them a' is a pity,
But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?
I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might mak a fen';
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
There's Lowrie the laird o' Drummiller,
"Gude day to you, brute," he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But whan will he dance like Tam Glen?
My minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men ”

“ The eord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deek he stands.
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts elose his pinions to his breast,
If ehanee his mate's shrill eall he hear,
And drops at onee into her nest:
The noblest eaptain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet. ”