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Quo' I, my bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird, cett Is that a tale ye borrow, Or is't some words ye've learnt by rote, Or a lilt o' dool and sorrow? Oh! no, no, no, the wee bird sang, I've flown sin' morning early; But sic a day o' win' and rain-- Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie!

On hills that are by right his ain, He roams a lonely stranger; On every side he's pressed by want-- On every side by danger. Yestreen I met him in a glen, My heart maist burstet fairly: For sadly changed indeed was he, Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie!

Dark night cam' on, the tempest howled Out o'er the hills and vallies; And whare was't that your Prince lay down Whase hame should been a palace? He rowed him in his Highland plaid, Which covered him but sparely, An' slept beneath a bush o' broom-- Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie.

T H E T I N  W A R E  L A S S.

One evening not very long ago, Being in the spring time of the year, With rosy cheeks and crimson cloak, The maid stepped forth all with her ware. I thought that she no mortal was, As near to me she did advance, Then I found she was no deity, But a handsome charming Tin Ware Lass.