J. F. Campbell Collection > Popular rhymes of Scotland

ORIGINAL POEMS.
Oh where now the broad bright claymore ?
Oh where are the truis and plaid?
Oh where now the merry Highland heart ?
In silence for ever laid.
Och on a rie, och on a rie,
Och on a rie, all are gone ;
Och on a rie, the heroes of yore,
Each under his own gray stone.
The chiefs that were foremost of old,
Macdonald and brave Lochiel,
The Gordon, the Murray, and the Graham,
With their clansmen true as steel ;
Who followed and fought with Montrose,
Glencairn, and bold Dundee,
Who to Charlie gave their swords and their all,
And would aye rather fa' than flee.
Och on a rie, och on a rie,
Och on a rie, all are gone ;
Och on a rie, the heroes of yore,
Each under Ms ovra gray stone.
The hills that our brave fathers trod,
Are now to the stranger a store ;
The voice of the pipe and the bard
Shall awaken never more.
Such things it is sad to think on —
They come like the mist by day —
And I wish I had less in this world to leave.
And be with them that are away.
Och on a rie, och on a rie,
Och on a rie, all are gone ;
Och on a rie, the heroes of yore,
Each imder his own gray stone.
LINES TO A LITTLE BOY.
My winsome one, my handsome one, my darling little boy,
The heart's pride of thy mother, and thy father's chiefest joy ;
Come ride upon my shoulder, come sit upon my knee.
And prattle all the nonsense that I love to hear from thee :
With thine eyes of merry lustre, and thy pretty lisping tongue.
And thy heart that evermore lets out its humming happy song :