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 8 The craw-flow’r blue, and meadow-pink, I wove in primrose braided link, But little, little did I think I should have wove the willow.

My bonnie lad was forc’d afar, Toss’d on the raging billow, Perhaps he's fa’n in bloody war, Or wreck’d on rocky shallow ; Yet, aye I hope for his return, As round our wonted haunts I mourn. And often by the woodland burn I pu’ the weeping willow.

THE GIRL WE LOVE. To the traveller benighted and lone on the wild, 0 sweet is the prospect of shelter and rest; And dear to the mother’s fond heart is her child, When she feels his young breath glowing warm on h breast. To the prisoner reliev’d from dungeon deep, "Tis sweet o’er the heather-clad hills to rove ; But the spirit with livelier bound doth leap, To meet in the gloamin’ the girl we love.

To wander at e’en through the meadows so green, With raptur’d emotion my bosom has beat; Rut what gave enchantment and life to the scene? What made it so lovely, fair, and sweet ? "Twas that Jessie was there, with her mild witch smile, And the life-giving glance of her dark hazel eye ; "Twas this tun’d to music the murm’ring rill, And brighten’d each star that gem’d the sky.