HUNTING SONG. I red you beware at the hunting. The heather was blooming, the meadows, were mawn, Our lads gaed a hunting, ae day at the dawn, I red you beware at the hunting, young men ; I red you beware at the hunting, young men; Tak some on the wing, and some as they spring, But cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen. Sweet brushing the dew from the brown heather bells, Her colors betray'd her on yon mossy fells; Her plumage outlustred the pride o' the spring, And O! as she wantoned gay on the wing. I red, &c. Auld Auld Phoebus himsel, as he peep'd o'er the hill; In spite at her plumage he tryed his skill; He levell'd his rays where she bask'd on the brae His rays were outshone, and but mark'd where she lay. I red, &c. They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill; The best of our lads wi' the best o' their skill; But still as the fairest she sat in their sight, Then, whirr! she was over, a mile at a flight.I red, &c.. YOUNG PEGGY. Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, 1 The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early gems adorning : Her lips more than the cherries bright, Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe, Ye pow'rs of Honor, Love, and Truth, SONG. * This was one of the poet's earliest compositions. It is copied from a MS. book, which he had before his first publication. SONG. Tune-The King of France, he rade a Race. Amang the trees where humming bees craws and queer ha ha's, Their capon 'Till we were wae and weary; 0— But a royal ghaist wha ance was cas'd A prisoner aughteen year awa, He fir'd a fiddler in the North That dang them tapsalteerie, O. * Pibroch-A Highland war song, adapted to the bagpipe. FINIS. |