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3 Years have roll'd on, Loch na Gar. since I left you,

Years must elapse ere I tread yon again,

Nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you;

Yet still you are dearer than Albion's plain.

England thy beauties are tame and domestic

To one who has roam'd on the mountain afar,

Oh! for the craigs that are wild and majestic,

The steep-frowning glories of dark Loch na Gar.

ON WI' THE TARTAN.

A Scottish Song, set to Music by R. A. Smith.

Can ye lo'e, my dear lassie, the hills wild and free!

Whare the sang o' the Shepherd gans a ring wi' glee:

Or the steep rocky glen whare the wild falcons bide?

Then on wi' the tartan an' fie let us ride.

Can ye lo'e the knowes, lassie, that ne'er war in riggs?

Or the bonnie lown knowes whare the sweet Robin biggs?

Or the sang o' the lintie, whan wooin' his bride? Then on wi' the tartan an' fie let us ride.

Can ye lo'e the burn, lassie, that loups amang linns?

Or this bonnie green holms whare it cannily rins, Wi' a canty bit housie sat snug by its side?

Then on wi' the tartan, an' fie let us ride.

OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT

OFT in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,

Fond mem'ry brings the light

Of other days around me.