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12 GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN. I a waefu' gate yestreen,
 * A gate, I fear I'll dearly rue;

I gat my death frae twa sweet een:
 * Twa lovely een o' bonny blue.

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright
 * Her lips like roses wet wi' dew,

Her heaving bosom lily white,
 * It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wil'd,
 * She charin'd my soul I watna how,

An' aye the stound, the deadly wound,
 * Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.

But spille I'll speak, an spare I'll speed
 * She'll ablins listen to my vow;

Should she refuse, I'll lay my head,
 * To her twa een sae bonny blue.

THE MINUTE GUN.

When in the storm on Albion's coast, The night-watch guards his wary post
 * From thoughts of danger free;

He marks some vessel's dusky form, And hears amid some howling storm,
 * The minute gun at sea.

Swift on the shore a hardy few, The life-boat man with a gallant crew,
 * And dare the dangerous wave;

Through the wild surf they cleave there way, Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
 * For they go the crew to save.

But oh what rapture fills each breast Of the hapless crew of the whip distress'd
 * Then landed safe what joy to tell,

Of all the dangers that befel. Then heard is no more, By the watch on the shore,
 * The minute gun at sea,