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 6 Out eam’ the wives a’ wi’ a phrase, And wish’d the Jasses happy days, And muckle thought they o’ their claise. Especially the breast-knots. Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

THE ANCHOR’S WEIGH’D.

The tear fell gently from her eye, When last we parted on the shore: My bosom heav’d with many a sigh, To think I ne’er might see her more.

Dear youth, she cried, and canst thou haste away; My heart will break—a little moment stay. Alas ! I cannot—I cannot part from thee. The anchor’s weigh’d—farewell! farewell ! remember me!

Weep net, my love, I trembling said; Doubt not a constant heart like mine. I ne’er can meet another maid Whose charms can fix my heart like thine.

Go, then, she cried, but let thy constant mind Oft think of her thou leav’st in tears behind, A maid—this last embrace my pledge shall be. The anchor’s weigh’d—farewell! farewell! remember me!