Volume I Part 30 (1/2)

Gi'e pillar'd fame to common men,-- Nae need o' cairns for ane like thee; In every cave, wood, hill, and glen, ”WALLACE” remember'd aye shall be.

THE AULD HOUSE.

Oh, the auld house, the auld house!

What though the rooms were wee?

Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there, And bairnies fu' o' glee!

The wild-rose and the jesamine Still hang upon the wa'; How mony cherish'd memories Do they, sweet flowers, reca'!

Oh, the auld laird, the auld laird!

Sae canty, kind, and crouse; How mony did he welcome to His ain wee dear auld house!

And the leddy too, sae genty, There shelter'd Scotland's heir, And clipt a lock wi' her ain hand Frae his lang yellow hair.

The mavis still doth sweetly sing, The blue bells sweetly blaw, The bonnie Earn 's clear winding still, But the auld house is awa'.

The auld house, the auld house, Deserted though ye be, There ne'er can be a new house, Will seem sae fair to me.

Still flouris.h.i.+ng the auld pear tree The bairnies liked to see, And oh, how aften did they speir When ripe they a' wad be!

The voices sweet, the wee bit feet Aye rinnin' here and there, The merry shout--oh! whiles we greet To think we 'll hear nae mair.

For they are a' wide scatter'd now, Some to the Indies gane, And ane, alas! to her lang hame; Not here we 'll meet again.

The kirkyaird, the kirkyaird, Wi' flowers o' every hue, Shelter'd by the holly's shade, An' the dark sombre yew.

The setting sun, the setting sun, How glorious it gaed down; The cloudy splendour raised our hearts To cloudless skies aboon!

The auld dial, the auld dial, It tauld how time did pa.s.s; The wintry winds hae dung it down,-- Now hid 'mang weeds and gra.s.s.

THE HUNDRED PIPERS.[59]

AIR--_”Hundred Pipers.”_

Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a', We 'll up, and we 'll gi'e them a blaw, a blaw, Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a'.

It is ower the border, awa', awa', It is ower the border, awa', awa', Oh, we 'll on, an' we 'll march to Carlisle ha', Wi' its yetts, its castel, an' a', an' a'.

Oh, our brave sodger lads look'd braw, an' braw, Wi' their tartans, their kilts, an' a', an' a', Wi' bannets an' feathers, an' glittrin' gear, An' pibrochs soundin' sae sweet an' clear.

Will they a' come hame to their ain dear glen?

Will they a' return, our brave Hieland men?

Oh, second-sighted Sandie look'd fu' wae, An' mithers grat sair whan they march'd away.

Wi' a hundred pipers, &c.

Oh, wha is the foremaist o' a', o' a'?

Wha is it first follows the blaw, the blaw?

Bonnie Charlie, the king o' us a', us a', Wi' his hundred pipers, an' a', an' a'.