JOHN LOGAN

What time the pea puts on the bloom,

Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands,

Another Spring to hail.

Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green,

Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

No Winter in thy year !

O could I fly, I'd fly with thee 1.

We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the Spring.

��LADY ANNE LINDSAY

477. Auld Robin Gray

VVTHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,

^ And a* the warld to rest are gane, The waes o* my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me.

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving a croun he had naething else beside : To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea ; And the croun and the pund were baith for me.

He hadna been awa* a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa'; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin* me.

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