Page:This is no my ain lassie.pdf/4

 4

Amang the bonnie blooming heather

O’er the muir, &c.

While thus we lay, she sang a sang,

Till echo rang a mile and farther,

And ay the burden o’ the sang,

Was o'er the muir amang the heather

O’er the muir, &c.

She charm’d my heart, and ay sinsyn

I cou’dna think on onie ither:

By sea and sky! she shall be mine!

The bonnie lass amang the heather

O’er the muir, &c.

THE ROOF QF STRAW.

As whistling o'er the fallow land,

When rosy day declines,

I view the cot where, hand in hand,

Content and mirth entwines.

The great may boast of wealth secure

While thousands stand in awe ;

ut happier is the peasant poor

Beneath his roof of straw.

When toil of day is nearly o'er,

I to my cottage steer;