cloud I can laugh a loud, And I care not how sul - ky he A mild harvest night, by the tranquil light Of the modest and gentle moon, But every leaf awakens my grief, As it lieth beneath the tree : So let autumn air be never so fair, But my song I troll out, for Christmas stout, We'll usher him in with a merry din, That shall gladden his joyous heart, Let the summer sun, &c. In his fine honest pride, he scorns to hide Then again I sing, till the roof doth ring, To the stout old wight, fair welcome to-night, BONNY BET, SWEET BLOSSOM. No more I'll court the town-bred fair, Who shines in ar- ti fi-cial beau-ty; For na-tive charms with - out com-pare Claim all my love, respect, and duty. O! my bon-ny, bon-ny Bet, sweet blossom, O! my bon-ny, bon-ny Bet, sweet blossom. My Kate she is a bonny wife, There's none so free from evil, The very kittens on the hearth, For 'tis thump, thump, &c. I met a friend, who asked me,- To such a scolding vixen, while He had been far away ; The truth it was he chanc'd to come When 'tis scrub, scrub, &c. I ask'd him, then, to stay and dine: But what we had to dine upon, But I think he'll never come again When 'tis scrub, scrub, &e When 'tis scrub, scru, &c. Old Homer sang a royal wash, Such troubles well may scout, While Jove and Juno, with their train, Put all their washing out. Ah! happy gods! they fear no sound Of thump and scold away; But smile to view the perils of SONG OF THE MARINERS. Poetry by Eliza Cook; Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap an Uniform Edition of his Compositions. WALY, WALY. trus ty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake, And sae did my true love to me. Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be warm'd by me; O! Mart'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw, Let us haste to Kel-vin grove, bon-ny las-sie, O! Through its ma-zes let us rove, bon-ny lassie, O! Where the rose in all its pride paints the hol-low din-gle side, Where the mid-night fai-ries glide, bon-ny las-sie, 01 We will wan-der by the mill, bon-ny glens re-bound the call of the lof-ty wa-ter-fall, Thro' the moun-tain's rock - y moun -tain's rocky hall, bon-ny las-sie, O! hall, bon-ny las sie, O! Thro' the To the fragrant scented bier, E'en to thee. of all most dear, bonny lassie, O |