On the banks of Allan Water,
  When the Winter snow fell fast,
Still was seen the miller’s daughter,
  Chilling blew the blast. 
But the miller’s lovely daughter,
  Both from cold and care was free: 
On the banks of Allan Water,
  There a corpse lay she.

        M.G.  Lewis.

AULD LANG SYNE.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to min’? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And days o’ auld lang syne?

        CHORUS. 
For auld lang syne, my dear,
  For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup’ o’ kindness yet,
  For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
  And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot
  Sin auld lang syne. 
        For auld, etc.

We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,
  From mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
  Sin auld lang syne. 
        For auld, etc.

And here’s a hand, my trusty frien’,
  And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
  For auld lang syne. 
        For auld, etc.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup,
  And surely I’ll be mine;
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
  For auld lang syne. 
        For auld, etc.

        Burns.

WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN.

’Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,
    In the rosy time of the year;
Sweet flowers bloom’d,
          and the grass was down,
  And each shepherd woo’d his dear. 
    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and gay,
    Kiss’d sweet Jenny making hay: 
The lassie blush’d, and frowning cried,
      “No, no, it will not do;
I canna, canna, wonna, wonna,
              manna buckle to.”

Jocky was a wag that never would wed,
  Though long he had follow’d the lass: 
Contented she earn’d
          and eat her brown bread,
  And merrily turn’d up the grass. 
    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,
    Won her heart right merrily: 
Yet still she blush’d, and frowning cried,
      “No, no, it will not do;
I canna, canna, wonna, wonna,
              manna buckle to.”

But when he vow’d he would
          make her his bride,
  Though his flocks and herds
                were not few,
She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside,
  And vow’d she’d for ever be true. 
    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,
    Won her heart right merrily: 
At church she no more frowning cried,
      “No, no, it will not do;
I canna, canna, wonna, wonna,
              manna buckle to.”

Anon.

THE NIGHT-PIECE TO JULIA.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
  And the elves also,
  Whose little eyes glow,
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.