Courtship & marriage

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             THE

            LASS

              OF

        GOWRIE.

Upon a simmer afternoon,
A wee before the sun gade down,
My la ie in a braw new gown,
Came o'er the hills to Gowrie.
The rose-bud ting'd with morning shower,
Blooms fresh within the sunny bow r,
But Katie is the fairest flower,
That ever bloom'd in Gowrie.

Nae thought had I to do her wrang,
But round her waist my arms I flang,
And said, my dearie will ye gang,
To see the Carse of Gowrie.
I'll take ye to my father's ha ,
In you green fields beside the shaw,
I'll mat ye lady o' the a',
The brawest wife in Gowrie.

A silken gown o' siller grey,
My mother coft last new year's day,
And busket me frae tap te tae,
To keep me out o' Gowrie.
Daft Will, short syne, eam courting Nel,
And wan the lass, but what befel,
Or what she's gane, she kens hersel,
She staid us lang in Gowrie.

She thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine.
We beauty rare, and whit like thine,
cept yoursel my bonnie Queen.
I care for nought i Gowrie.
Since first I saw you in the shiel,
To you my heart's been true and lea,
The darkest nigh I fear nae deil,
Warlook or witch, in Gowne.

Seft kisses on her lips I laid,
The blush upon cheek soon spread,
She whisper'd modestly and said,
" Oh, fate ! I'll stay I Gowrie "
The sald folk soon gave their consent,
Syse forMoss John they quickly soot,
Wha ty d them to theirheart's constent,
And now she's Lovly Gowrie

        CASTLE HYDE.

William M'Call, Printer, 4, Cartwright Please,
Byrom-street, Liverpool.

As I walked forth on a summer's morning,
Down by the banks of Blackwater side,
To view the groves and meadows charming.
Those pleasant gardens of Castle Hyde;
'Tis there you'll hear the thrushes warbling,
The dove and patridge, I now describe.
And lambkins sporting each night and morning
All for to adorn sweet Castle Hyde.

The richest groves in any nation,
In fine plantation you'll see them there,
The rose and tulip, and sweet cornation,
There, all a viewing with the lilly fair.
The buck and doe, the fox and eagle.
They skip and play by the rirer side:
The trout and salmon, are nimbly sporting,
In the purling streams of sweet Castle Hyde

You'll gaze with wonder at the brilliant grandess
Which does bespangle such hill and dale ;
The lofty mountains, and crystal fountains
As Flora adorns each lawn and rale.
The wholesome air of the habitation.
Would recreat your heart with pride,
There is no valley throughout the nation.
With beauty equal to Castle Hyde.

There is flue horses, and stall-fed once,
Aden for foxes to play and hide,
Fine mares for breeding, and foreign sheep,
With snowy fleeces in Castle Hyde.
The grand improvements they would smace you,
The trees are drooping with fruit of all kind,
The bees perfuming the trees with music,
Which yields more beauty to Castle Hyde,

If nobles now from foreign places.
Would chance to sail to the Irish shoes,
'Tis in this valler they could be feastod.
As often heroes had done before.
There's a place for service in this fine harb
Where nobles all in their coaches ride,
To view the groves and medows charming
That fronts the palace of Castle Hyde,

I roved from Blarney to Castlebarnet,
From Thomas town to sweet Don .
From Killshannick that joins Rathoor
Besides Killaruey and Abbeyfail.
The flowing Nore the Bann and Lilley,
The river Shannon, and pleasant Clyde :
But in all my ranging, and sweet suro ting,
I found none equal to Car Hyda.