SONG. O WELCOME bat and owlet gray! Upon the soft wind floats her hair, THE following song, in "Quentin Durward," by SIR WALTER SCOTT, is placed here in consequence of its relation to the three preceding ones, which are expressive of a lover's varied feelings, as induced by expectation. AH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea; The orange flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who trilled all day, Sits hushed, his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flow'r, they know the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high Sings high-born cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know, But where is County Guy? JAMES HOGG. SONG. LANG I sat by the broom sae green, For aye this strain was breathed within, His leifu' sang the robin sung On the bough that hung sae near me, Wi' tender grief my heart was wrung, For, O, the strain was dreary! The robin's sang it could na be, That my laddie wad no come near me? The new-wean'd lamb on yonder lea, Mourns o'er its nest forsaken ;- Though my fond heart is breakin'. O, WEEL befa' the maiden gay That wons in yonder glen; Wha lo'es the modest truth sae weel, Wha's aye sae kind, an' aye sae leal, An' pure as blooming asphodel Amang sae mony men. O, weel befa' the bonny thing 'Tis sweet to hear the music float Along the gloaming lea; 'Tis sweet to hear the blackbird's note Come pealing frae the tree; To see the lambkin's lightsome race- But sweeter far the bonny face O, had it no been for the blush Dear beauty never had been known, But aye sin' that dear thing o' blame But deadliest far the sacred flame There's beauty in the violet's vest There's hinney in the haw; There 's dew within the rose's breast, The sweetest o' them a'. The sun will rise an' set again, An' lace wi' burning goud the main ; The rainbow bend out o'er the plain, Sae lovely to the ken; But lovelier far my bonny thing That wons in yonder glen! WILLIAM LAIDLAW. [The two following songs are from "The Forest Minstrel," by JAMES HOGG and others, 1810.] LUCY'S FLITTIN'. "TWAS when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in', She cam there afore the flower bloomed on the pea : An orphan was she, an' they had been gude till her, Sure that was the thing brought the tear in her e'e. She gaed by the stable where Jamie was stannin'; Right sair was his kind heart the flittin' to see : "Fare ye weel, Lucy," quo' Jamie, an' ran in ; -The gatherin' tears trickled fast to her knee. As down the burn-side she gaed slaw wi' her flittin', "Fare ye weel Lucy," was ilka bird's sang; She heard the craw sayin 't, high on the tree sittin', An' robin was chirpin 't the brown leaves amang. |