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He's pu'd me the crawberry ripe frae the scro^gie
glen.
He's pu'd me the strawberry ripe frae the foggy fen.
He's pud me the rowan frae the wild steep sae gaudy, O,
Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.
Farewell my ewes, and farewell my dogie, O,
Farewell Glenfiach, my mammy, and my daddy, O,
Farewell ye mountains, sae cheerless and cloudy, O,
Where aft I have been wi' my dear Highland laddie, O.
YOUNG ALLAN.
[By Richard Gall, a young man of promising genius. Ks
was bred to the printing profession, which consequently en-
grossed much of liis time and attention ; his leisure houis he
devoted to the cultivation of his mind, which he Improved con-
siderably, but the bent of his inclination was directed to Scottish
poetry, in which, we are assured by those who have inspected
his unpublished poems, he would probably have attained to no
ordinary celebrity, had not an abscess broke out in this breast,
that cut him off in May 1801, in the twenty-fifth year of his
age. He was the friend and correspondent of Burns, and lived
in terms of the greatest intimacy with M'Neill, to whom he
addressed an epistle, prefixed to the works of that ingenious
poet.]
The sun in the west fa's to rest in the e'enin' ;
Ilk morn blinks cheerfu' upon the green lee ;
But, ah ! on the pillow o' sorrow ay leanin',
Nae mornin' nae e'enin' brings pleasure to me.
O ! waefu' the parting, when, smih'ng at danger.
Young Allan left Scotia to meet wi' the fae ;
Cauld, cauld now he lies in a land amang strangers,
Frae friends, and frae Helen for ever away.