Then aff wi’ his bannet
gat Symon,
And to the commander
he gaes;
Quo’ he, “Sir,
I mean to gae wi’ ye, man,
And help ye to
lounder our faes.
“I ’m auld, yet
I ’m teugh as the wire,
Sae we ’ll
at the rogues have a dash,
And, fegs, if my gun winna
fire,
I ’ll turn
her butt-end, and I ’ll thrash.”
“Well spoken, my hearty
old hero,”
The captain did
smiling reply,
But begg’d he wad stay
till to-morrow,
Till daylight
should glent in the sky.
Whatreck, a’ the stour
cam to naething;
Sae Symon, and
Janet his dame,
Hale skart frae the wars,
without skaithing,
Gaed bannin’
the French again hame.
COQUET WATER.
AIR—"Braw Lads of Gala Water."
Whan winter winds forget to
blaw,
An’ vernal
suns revive pale nature,
A shepherd lad by chance I
saw,
Feeding his flocks
by Coquet water.
Saft, saft he sung, in melting
lays,
His Mary’s
charms an’ matchless feature,
While echoes answer’d
frae the braes,
That skirt the
banks of Coquet water.
“Oh, were that bonnie
lassie mine,”
Quoth he, “in
love’s saft wiles I’d daut her;
An’ deem mysel’
as happy syne,
As landit laird
on Coquet water.
“Let wealthy rakes for
pleasure roam,
In foreign lands
their fortune fritter;
But love’s pure joys
be mine at home,
Wi’ my dear
lass on Coquet water.
“Gie fine focks wealth,
yet what care I,
Gie me her smiles
whom I lo’e better;
Blest wi’ her love an’
life’s calm joy,
Tending my flocks
by Coquet water.
“Flow fair an’
clear, thou bonnie stream,
For on thy banks
aft hae I met her;
Fair may the bonnie wild-flowers
gleam,
That busk the
banks of Coquet water.”
THE YOUNG MAID’S WISH FOR PEACE.
AIR—"Far frae Hame,” &c.
Fain wad I, fain wad I hae
the bloody wars to cease,
An’ the nations restored
again to unity an’ peace;
Then mony a bonnie laddie,
that ’s now far owre the sea,
Wad return to his lassie,
an’ his ain countrie.
My lad was call’d awa
for to cross the stormy main,
An’ to face the battle’s
bray in the cause of injured Spain;
But in my love’s departure
hard fate has injured me,
That has reft him frae my
arms, an’ his ain countrie.
When he bade me adieu, oh!
my heart was like to break,
An’ the parting tear
dropp’d down for my dear laddie’s sake;
Kind Heavens protect my Willie,
wherever he be,
An’ restore him to my
arms, an’ his ain countrie.
Yes, may the fates defend
him upon that hostile shore,
Amid the rage of battle, where
thund’ring cannons roar;
In the sad hour of danger,
when deadly bullets flee,
Far frae the peacefu’
plains of his ain countrie.