Hech, hey! the fright that was there,
The fright that was there,
The fright that was there;
Hech, how! the fright that was there,
In Kitty Reid’s house on the green, Jo! 
The light glimmer’d in through a crack i’ the wa’,
An’ a’body thocht the lift it wad fa’,
And lads and lasses they soon ran awa’
Frae Kitty’s Reid’s house on the green, Jo!

Hech, hey! the dule that was there,
The dule that was there,
The dule that was there;
The birds and beasts it wauken’d them a’,
In Kitty Reid’s house on the green, Jo! 
The wa’ gaed a hurley, and scatter’d them a’,
The piper, the fiddler, auld Kitty, and a’;
The kye fell a routin’, the cocks they did craw,
In Kitty Reid’s house on the green, Jo!

THE ROBIN’S NEST.

AIR—­"Lochiel’s awa’ to France."

    Their nest was in the leafy bush,
        Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,
    And Robins thought their little brood
        All safe from harm, all safe from harm. 
    The morning’s feast with joy they brought,
      To feed their young wi’ tender care;
    The plunder’d leafy bush they found,
      But nest and nestlings saw nae mair.

    The mother cou’dna leave the spot,
      But wheeling round, and wheeling round,
    The cruel spoiler aim’d a shot,
      Cured her heart’s wound, cured her heart’s wound. 
    She will not hear their helpless cry,
      Nor see them pine in slavery! 
    The burning breast she will not bide,
      For wrongs of wanton knavery.

    Oh! bonny Robin Redbreast,
      Ye trust in men, ye trust in men,
    But what their hard hearts are made o’,
      Ye little ken, ye little ken. 
    They ‘ll ne’er wi’ your wee skin be warm’d,
      Nor wi’ your tiny flesh be fed,
    But just ’cause you ’re a living thing,
      It ‘s sport wi’ them to lay you dead.

    Ye Hieland and ye Lowland lads,
      As birdies gay, as birdies gay,
    Oh, spare them, whistling like yoursel’s,
      And hopping blythe from spray to spray! 
    Their wings were made to soar aloft,
      And skim the air at liberty;
    And as you freedom gi’e to them,
      May you and yours be ever free!

SAW YE NAE MY PEGGY?[53]

    Saw ye nae my Peggy? 
    Saw ye nae my Peggy? 
    Saw ye nae my Peggy comin’
        Through Tillibelton’s broom? 
    I ’m frae Aberdagie,
    Ower the crafts o’ Craigie,
    For aught I ken o’ Peggie,
        She ’s ayont the moon.

    ‘Twas but at the dawin’,
    Clear the cock was crawin’,
    I saw Peggy cawin’
        Hawky by the brier. 
    Early bells were ringin’,
    Blythest birds were singin’,
    Sweetest flowers were springin’,
        A’ her heart to cheer.