When the sun in mornin' mist was blinkin' redly through, An' the gowan an' the broom were bricht wi' pearly dew, We've listen'd to the lark in some fleecy-flittin' cloud, Where sweet the little warbler sung matin lays aloud.

In the merry harvest time, when reapers cam' to shear,
We thocht-na in our daffin, our partin' was so near:
I think I see her now, fu' o' rosy rustic glee;

Oh! then Jessie Paterson was a' the world to me.

But why should I be dowie? thae days are gane an' past, An' I hae learn'd the lesson, that pleasures canna last; Her minnie was-na pleas'd, an' anger steek'd the door; The truth then stood reveal'd, that I was unco poor.

Bonnie Jessie Paterson! sae winsome an' sae kind,
Keep a wee neuk in your heart for honest Tam the hind:
Though Willie ye hae wed, an' crossed the heavin' sea,
-My blessin' on ye baith-lang happy may ye be !

My Bonnie Wee Lizzie.

Y bonnie wce Lizzie,

MY So gentle and fair,

There's love in thy glances,

And grace in thine air.

My heart, like the ivy

That twines round the tree,

Clings fondly with rapture,

My Lizzie, to thee.

Sweet flower of rare beauty,

My hope and my pride!

I never feel happy

Away from thy side.

May no clouds of sorrow

E'er shade thy young brow,

Nor tears bleach the roses

That sweetly bloom now.

Thine eyes beam so brightly
And softly on me,
No wonder that nightly

My dreams are of thee.
I'll go to the altar

With joy and with pride, And there, my sweet Lizzie,

Confess thee my bride.

"I'll aff, my wee dantee,Ae kiss ere I gang, The lift it is starry,

The road is na lang.

I'll sune be back, lassie,

Love's wings quickly flee;

Then, then shall I never

Part, Mary, frae thee.