...waly, waly, down the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn side, Where I and my love wont to gae. I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true-love's forsaken me. O waly, waly, love is bonny, A little time...

...dame and false gallant, when royalty inhabited the neighbouring Palace, as follows : — " I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true love's forsaken me." " Oh ! Arthur's seat shall be my bed, The...

...beautiful, most plaintive and most poetical of all Scotland's ancient melodies : - - • " I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed and syne it brak, Sae my true love's forsaken me. Oh ! Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by me...

...the most beautiful, most plaintive and most poetical of all Scotland's ancient melodies : " I leant my back unto an aik, " I thought it was a trusty tree...; " But first it bowed and syne it brak, " Sae my true love's forsaken me. " Oh ! Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, " The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by...

...most beautiful, most plaintive and most poetical of all Scotland's ancient melodies : " I leant ray back unto an aik, " I thought it was a trusty tree ; " But first it bowed and syne it brak, " Sae my true lore's forsaken me. " Oh ! Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, " The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by...

...introduction into one of the most touching, tender ballads in the whole range of Scottish poetry. " I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed, and syne it brak, Sae my true love's forsaken me. " Oh ! Arthur's Seat shall be my bed. The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by me...

...introduction into one of the most touching, tender ballads in the whole range of Scottish poetry. " I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it boned, and syne it brak, Sae my true love's forsaken me. " Oh ! Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The...

...a firm believer in the simile of the lover of your native land, who complains— ' I leant my hack unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree, But first it bow'd and then it brake,' &c. &c. &c. • . Certes these Southrons lack much the hahits of the wood...

...certainly be a firm believer in the simile of the lover of your native land, who complains— ' I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree, Bat first it bow'd and then it brake,' &c. &.c. 4,c. . Certes these Southrons lack much the habits...

...already named, is a heap of stones collected on the spot where a murder was • " I leant my back against an aik — I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed and syne it brak— sac my true love's forsaken me. Oh ! Arthur's-seat shall be my bed ; the sheets shall ne'er be fyled...