"Tell me, thou bonny bird, "Who makes the bridal bed, "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady. The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.' Madge Wildfire's Song-Heart of Midlothian. MACGREGOR'S GATHERING. AIR-Thain' a Grigalach.* [These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively gatheringtune, used by the MacGregors. The severe treatment of this Clan, their outlawry, and the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in the Ballad.] THE moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers, Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours; We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach! But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord, If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles! Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach! Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, etc. While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, Macgregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever! Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career, O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, And the rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt, Gather, gather, gather, etc. LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF. AIR-Cadul gu lo. I. O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, O ho ro, i ri ri, etc. II. O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, III. O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. O ho ro, i ri ri, etc. THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAW HILL. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,- Or is the dreary change in me? Alas, the warp'd and broken board, Were barren as this moorland hill. BORDER BALLAD. I. MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border. Many a banner spread, Many a crest that is famous in story, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory. II. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Staud to your arms, and march in good order, Tell of the bloody fray, When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. The Monastery. Chap. xxv. "TWIST YE, TWINE YE." TWIST ye, twine ye ! even so, While the mystic twist is spinning, |