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THE

BONNY LASS OF CALDER BRAES.

[—Logan Water]

cares were few and life was young,

On Calder-braes I danc'd and sung,

Unpain’d by keen remorse’s dart,

Lay flow'd spontaneous from my heart;

To crown the happy mundane scene,

I lov'd—nor did I love in vain;

The theme of all my artless days

Was my dear lass of Calder-braes.

Thrice happy days, your loss I mourn.

You’re gone—ah! never to return;

Ambition's ignis fatu's glare

Transform'd my bliss to black despair!

The pomp of war, and pride of arms,

Appear’d with such resistless charms,

I left to face my country’s faes;

My weeping maid on Calder-braes.

In martial conflict first I shone.

In climes below the burning zone;

Beneath Seringapa'am's wall

I saw the tyrant Sultan's fall;

Amidst the carnage of the day.

Where dead and dying round me lay.

'Midst cannons’ roar, and lightning's blaze,

I thought on peaceful Calder-braes.