Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon, Father will come to his babe in the nest : Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON, THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar, O softly stir the ocean-waves O bend his masts with pleasant gales, O leave nae mair the bonny glen, And sighed and looked of love; And faithless is the wind: Then leave nae mair my heart to break 'Mang Scotland's hills behind. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM, BALLAD. Он, why does my lover linger, Why waits he among the corals, While the shore is tired with my foot-tread, My rose-woven wreath is fallen, Yet in bowers under the blue waves, While my bridal garments fade, waits Oh, fairer than our palm-groves He will not leave their cool shades Yet far, far over the ocean And over the wide, wide ocean Then dearer than his youth's bowers Since he will not leave their cool shades For even his love of me. JAMES W. MILLER. I WOULD take thee home to my heart, but thou wilt not come to me: Ah! lonely art thou sailing far out on the stormy sea; And lonely am I sitting with the cold dark rocks around ; Weary the sight of heaving waves, weary their thundering sound. ANONYMOUS. ANNIE OF LOCHROYAN. 'O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? 'O wha will kame my yellow hair Thy father will shoe thy bonny foot, Thy mother will glove thy hand, Thy sister will lace thy middle jimp Wi' a lang lang linen band. 'Thy brother will kame thy yellow hair, Wi' a new-made silver kame, And God will be thy bairn's father, Till Lord Gregory come hame.' 'But I will get a bonny boat, And I will sail the sea, And I will gang to Lord Gregory Syne she's gar'd build a bonny boat The sails were o' the gude green silk, She hadna sailed but twenty leagues, 'Now whether are ye the queen hersell, (For so ye well might be,) Or are ye the lass o' Lochroyan, Seekin' Lord Gregory?' 'O I am not the queen,' she said, Nor sic I seem to be, 'But I am Annie of Lochroyan Seekin' Lord Gregory.' 'O see ye na yon stately tower, When thou hast sailed it round about, |