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 23 Young Henry was fair Ellen's love, Young Emma to her heart was dear, Nor weal nor woe did Ellen prove, But Emma ever seemed to share ; Yet envious still, she spread the wile, That sullied Ellens virtues o'er; Her faithless Henry spurned the while, His fair, his faithful Ellen More. She wandered down Loch-Mary side, Where oft at evening hour she stole To meet her love with secret pride, Now deepest anguish wrung her soul, O'ercome with grief, she sought the steep, Where Yarrow falls with sullen roar; Oh! Pity, veil thy eyes and weep, A bleeding corpse lies Ellen More. The sun may shine on Yarrow braes, And woo the mountain flowers to bloom, But never can his golden rays d bod go Awake the flower in yonder tomb. There oft young Henry strays forlorn, When moonlight gilds the abbey tower ; There oft from eve till breezy morn, He weeps his faithful Ellen More.

COGGIE, THOU HEALS ME. Dorothy sits in the cauld ingle neuk, Her red rosy neb's like a labster tae; Wi' girning, her mou's like the gab o' a fluek, Wi' smokin', her teeth's like the jet o' the slae.