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OR, aALEDONIAN WARBLER. 91
On thy green turf I lanely sit,
While a' around is sunless gloom,
An' listen aft to hear thee speak,
But hope dwells nae in starless tomb.
The owl screams wild frae castle wa',
The stream fa's thund'ring owre the linn ;
I hear the forest blast afar,
But wilder roves my heart within.
O Julia dear, I gaze around
On life's vain glitt'ring stage below,
But O in vain I look to find
A heart to soothe my stormy woe.
Soon, soon, may death, wi gentle hand,
Break thy frail bands, mortality ;
Then shall my soul, witli eagle flight,
Enraptur'd rise to heaven an' thee.
James Pringle.
BONNIE ANNA.
Tune — Hughie Graham,
As I gaed loit'ring down the mead
Ae bonny mild an' simmer day,
I heard a shepherd tune his reed,
An' birds sang blythe on ilka spray.
Scarce reach'd the sun his simmer height,
While nature's sweets did a' regale,
Till charming Anna, young and bright,
Cam tripping up the sunny vale.