Castle Gordon

     Streams that glide in orient plains,
     Never bound by Winter’s chains;
     Glowing here on golden sands,
     There immix’d with foulest stains
     From Tyranny’s empurpled hands;
     These, their richly gleaming waves,
     I leave to tyrants and their slaves;
     Give me the stream that sweetly laves
     The banks by Castle Gordon.

     Spicy forests, ever gray,
     Shading from the burning ray
     Hapless wretches sold to toil;
     Or the ruthless native’s way,
     Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil: 
     Woods that ever verdant wave,
     I leave the tyrant and the slave;
     Give me the groves that lofty brave
     The storms by Castle Gordon.

     Wildly here, without control,
     Nature reigns and rules the whole;
     In that sober pensive mood,
     Dearest to the feeling soul,
     She plants the forest, pours the flood: 
     Life’s poor day I’ll musing rave
     And find at night a sheltering cave,
     Where waters flow and wild woods wave,
     By bonie Castle Gordon.

Song—­Lady Onlie, Honest Lucky

     Tune—­“The Ruffian’s Rant.”

     A’ The lads o’ Thorniebank,
     When they gae to the shore o’ Bucky,
     They’ll step in an’ tak a pint
     Wi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.

     Chorus.—­Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
     Brews gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;
     I wish her sale for her gude ale,
     The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.

     Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean
     I wat she is a daintie chuckie;
     And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
     O’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky! 
     Lady Onlie, &c.

Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary

     Air—­“The Ruffian’s Rant,” or “Roy’s Wife.”

     In comin by the brig o’ Dye,
     At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
     As day was dawnin in the sky,
     We drank a health to bonie Mary.

     Chorus.—­Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary,
     Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary,
     Charlie Grigor tint his plaidie,
     Kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Mary.

     Her een sae bright, her brow sae white,
     Her haffet locks as brown’s a berry;
     And aye they dimpl’t wi’ a smile,
     The rosy cheeks o’ bonie Mary. 
     Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, &c.

     We lap a’ danc’d the lee-lang day,
     Till piper lads were wae and weary;
     But Charlie gat the spring to pay
     For kissin Theniel’s bonie Mary. 
     Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, &c.

The Bonie Lass Of Albany^1

     Tune—­“Mary’s Dream.”

     My heart is wae, and unco wae,
     To think upon the raging sea,
     That roars between her gardens green
     An’ the bonie Lass of Albany.