...an airle-penny, My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; And ye'll crack...

...our fame, And quench our household fires ; If we or ours forget thy fame, Green island of our sires. Our native land — our native vale — A long, a last adieu ! Farewell to bonnie Teviotdale, And Scotland's mountains blue ! JOHN HOGG, Weaver at the " Roadhead," published a volume of poems. He was...

...distant shore Beyond the western main; We leave thee to return no more, Nor view thy cliffs again! Our native land, our native vale, A long, a last adieu; Farewell to bonnie Teviotdale And Scotland's mountains blue! LXXIII THE EVENING STAR (DR. JOHN LEYDEN) How sweet thy modest light to...

...distant shore Beyond the western main; We leave thee to return no more, Nor view thy cliffs again! Our native land, our native vale, A long, a last adieu; Farewell to bonnie Teviotdale And Scotland's mountains blue! LXXIII THE EVENING STAR (DR. JOHN LEYDEN) How sweet thy modest light to...

...Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, 211 FORLORN, MY LOVE. TUNE— 'LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.' FORLORN, my love, no comfort near, Far, far...

...fame, And quench our household fires, When we, or ours, forget thy name, Green Island of our Sires. " Our native land — our native vale — A long, a last adieu! Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, And Scotland's mountains blue! " Thomas Pringle. AFAR IN THE DESERT. AFAR in the...

...Sae ye wi' anither your fortune may try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. O FOR ANE AN' TWENTY, TAM Chorus. — An' O for ane an' twenty,...

...Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN OLD MAN ? TUNE — ' What...

...modern Scottish Minstrel by Ch. Rogers II 48 (ES) beginnt das Gedicht Farewell to bonnie Teviotdale : Our native land, our native vale, A long, a last adieu!...hills of glorious deeds, Ye streams renown'd in song. Bei den ruhmvollen Taten und den sangesberühmten Flüssen denkt man an den Kampf in Chevy Chase und...

...fame, And quench our household fires, When we, or ours, forget thy name, Green Island of our Sires ! " Our native Land — our native Vale — A long, a last adieu! Farewell to bonny Lynden-dale, And Scotland's mountains blue." AN EMIGRANT'S SONG. OH ! Maid of the Tweed, wilt...