Volume V Part 6 (2/2)
LADDIE, OH! LEAVE ME.
Down whar the burnie rins whimplin' and cheery, When love's star was smilin', I met wi' my dearie; Ah! vain was its smilin'--she wadna believe me, But said wi' a saucy air, ”Laddie, oh! leave me; Leave me, leave me, laddie, oh! leave me.”
”I 've lo'ed thee o'er truly to seek a new dearie, I 've lo'ed thee o'er fondly, through life e'er to weary, I 've lo'ed thee o'er lang, love, at last to deceive thee; Look cauldly or kindly, but bid me not leave thee;”
Leave thee, leave thee, &c.
”There 's nae ither saft e'e that fills me wi' pleasure, There 's nae ither rose-lip has half o' its treasure, There 's nae ither bower, love, shall ever receive me, Till death break this fond heart--oh! then I maun leave thee;”
Leave thee, leave thee, &c.
The tears o'er her cheeks ran like dew frae red roses; What hope to the lover one tear-drop discloses!
I kiss'd them, and blest her--at last to relieve me She yielded her hand, and sigh'd, ”Oh! never leave me;”
Leave me, leave me, &c.
HOW BLYTHELY THE PIPE.
AIR--_”Kinloch of Kinloch.”_
How blythely the pipe through Glenlyon was sounding, At morn when the clans to the merry dance hied; And gay were the love-knots, o'er hearts fondly bounding, When Ronald woo'd Flora, and made her his bride.
But war's banner streaming soon changed their fond dreaming-- The battle-cry echoed, around and above Broad claymores were glancing, and war-steeds were prancing; Up, Ronald! to arms for home and your love.
All was hush'd o'er the hill, where love linger'd despairing, With her bride-maids still deck'd in their gay festal gear!
And she wept as she saw them fresh garlands preparing, Which might laurel Love's brow, or be strew'd o'er his bier!
But cheer thee, fond maiden--each wild breeze is laden With victory's slogan, through mountain and grove; Where death streams were gus.h.i.+ng, and war-steeds were rus.h.i.+ng, Lord Ronald has conquer'd for home and for love!
WILLIAM DUNBAR, D.D.
A native of Dumfries, William Dunbar, received his elementary education in that town. Having studied at the University of Edinburgh, he was in 1805 licensed as a probationer of the Established Church. During the vacations of his theological curriculum, and the earlier portion of his probationary career, he resided chiefly in the Hebrides. At this period he composed the popular song, ent.i.tled, ”The Maid of Islay,” the heroine being a Miss Campbell of the island of Islay. In several collections the song has been erroneously ascribed to Joseph Train. Mr Dunbar was, in May 1807, ordained to the parish of Applegarth, Dumfriess.h.i.+re. Long reputed as one of the most successful cultivators of the honey-bee, Dr Dunbar was, in 1840, invited to prepare a treatise on the subject for the entomological series of the ”Naturalist's Library.” His observations were published, without his name, in a volume of the series, with the t.i.tle, ”The Natural History of Bees, comprehending the uses and economical management of the British and Foreign Honey-Bee; together with the known wild species. Ill.u.s.trated by thirty-six plates, coloured from nature, with portrait and memoir of Huber.” The publication has been p.r.o.nounced useful to the practical apiarian and a valuable contribution to the natural history of the honey-bee.
In the fiftieth year of his pastorate, Dr Dunbar enjoys the veneration of a flock, of whom the majority have been reared under his ministerial superintendence.
THE MAID OF ISLAY.
Rising o'er the heaving billow, Evening gilds the ocean's swell, While with thee, on gra.s.sy pillow, Solitude! I love to dwell.
Lonely to the sea-breeze blowing, Oft I chant my love-lorn strain, To the streamlet sweetly flowing, Murmur oft a lover's pain.
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