STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU LEAVE ME? Tune, 'An Gille dubh ciar dhubh.' STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Cruel, cruel to deceive me! Well you know how much you grieve me ; By my love so ill requited; STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, In the cause of right engaged, Honour's war we strongly waged, Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune, Morag.' LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland Rover Far wanders nations over. Where're he go, where'er he stray, May Heaven be his warden: Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon! The trees now naked groaning, The birdies dowie moaning, My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOW ING. Tune, 'M'Grigor of Rero's Lament." RAVING winds around her blowing, Isabella stray'd deploring. 'Farewell, hours that late did measure 'O'er the past too fondly wandering, 'Life, thou soul of every blessing, MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN. Tune, 'Druimion dubh.' MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying Heaven in warm devotion, For his weal where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle night, do thou befriend me; BLITHE WAS SHE. Blithe, blithe and merry was she, Blithe by the banks of Ern, And blithe in Glenturit glen. Br Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks, the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Her looks were like a flower in May, She tripped by the banks of Ern, Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, Within the bush, her covert nest She soon shall see her tender brood, |