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When Mary left her Highlard cog, And wander'd forth with me; Though flowers deck'd the mountain's side, And fragrance' fill'd the vale, By far the streetest flower there, Was the Rose of Allandale.

Where'er I wander'd, east or west, Though fate began to lour, A solace still was she to me, In sorrow's lonely hour; When tempest lash'd our gallant bark, And rent her shiv'ring sail; One maiden form withstood the storm, 'Twas the Rose of Allandale.

And when my fever'd lips were parch'd               On Afric's burning sand, She whisper'd hopes of happiness, And tales of distant land! My life had been a wilderness, Unblest by fortune's gale, Had fate not link'd my lot to hers, The Rose of Allandale.

W A E'S M E  F O R  P R I N C E  C H A R L I E.

TUNE--"Johnny Faa.'

A WEE bird came to our ha' door, He warbled sweet and clearly, And aye the o'ercome o' his sang, Was, “ Wae's me for Prince Charlie!"             Oh! when I heard the bonny, bonny bird,                The tears cam' drappin' rarely,              I took the bonnet aff my head,                For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie.