As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’other say, “Where sall we gang and dine to-da… “—In behint yon auld fail dyke,

YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray…    And hae laid him on the green. Now wae be to thee, Huntley!

THERE lived a wife at Usher’s w…    And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart s…    And sent them o’er the sea. They hadna been a week from her,

AS I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ‘Whar sall we gang and dine the da… ‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke

SISTER, awake! close not your e…    The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise    Out of her bed of roses. See the clear sun, the world’s bri…

O MY deir hert, young Jesus swei… Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee in my hert And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my ar… And I in my bed again!

I wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; Oh that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…

My friend iudge not me, Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground… Mercy I askt, mercy I found.

O Death, O Death, rock me asleep… Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;

The following Epilogue to 'The Padlock’ was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...

HIERUSALEM, my happy home,    When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end,    Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of the Saints!

She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai…