All hail to the Highlands, all hail to the north,

The birthplace of valor, the country of worth;

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart's, etc.

Farewell to the mountains, high covered with snow,

Farewell to the streams and green valleys below ;

Adieu to the forests and high hanging woods,

Adieu to the torrents and loud pouring floods.

My heart's, etc.

Adieu for awhile, I can ne'er forget thee, The land of my fathers, the soil of the free:

I sigh for the hour that will bid me

retrace

The path of my childhood, my own native

place.

My heart's, etc.

THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY.

HARRY STOE VAN DYK.

I HA'E wander'd mony a night in June,
Alang the banks o' Clyde,
Beneath the bright and bonnie moon,
Wi' Mary by my side.
As simmer was she to my ee,
And to my heart a joy,

And weel she lo'ed to roam with me,
Her Highland minstrel boy.

Oh! her presence could on every star
New brilliancy confer ;

And I thought the flowers were sweeter far,

When they were seen with her.
Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,
Her glance was fu' o' joy,

An' oh! her heart was true to me,
Her Highland minstrel boy.

I ha'e played to ladies fair and gay
In mony a southern ha',

But there was ane, far, far away,

A world aboon them a'.

And now, when weary years ha'e fled,
I think wi' mournfu' joy

Upon the time when Mary wed

Her Highland minstrel boy.

WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN

TOM D'URFEY.

(Modernised.)

"TWAS within a mile of Edinburgh town, In the rosy time of the year;

Sweet lilacs bloom'd, and the grass was down,

And each happy shepherd woo'd his dear.

Bonnie Jockey, blithe and gay, Kissed sweet Jenny making hay; The lassie blushed and frowning cried, Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to.

Jockey was a wag that never would wed, Tho' lang he had follow'd the lass ; Contented she earn'd and eat her brown

bread,

And merrily turn'd up the grass. Bonnie Jockey, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blushed and frowning cried, Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, wiuna, maunna buckle to.

But when he vow'd he would mak' her his bride,

Tho' his flocks and herds were not few, She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd forever be true. Bonnie Jockey, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily. At kirk she nae mair frowning cried, Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to.

BONNY PRINCE CHARLIE.

JAMES HOGG.

CAM' ye by Athole braes, lad wi' the philabeg,

Down by the Tummel, or banks o' the
Garry:

Saw ye my lad with his bonnet and white cockade,

Leaving his mountains to follow Prince
Charlie?

Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee? Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly!

Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee? King of the Highland hearts, bonny Prince Charlie !

I ha'e but ae son, my brave young Don

ald;

But if I had ten they should follow
Glengarry:

Health to Macdonald and gallant Clanronald,

For they are the men that wad die for their Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, etc.

I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them,

Down by Lord Murray and Roy of
Kildarlie ;

Brave Macintosh, he shall fly to the field wi' them;

They are the lads I can trust with my

Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, etc.

Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore,

Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely!

Ronald and Donald, drive on wi' the brave claymore

Over the necks of the foes of Prince

Charlie !

Charlie, Charlie, etc.