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THERE GROWS A BONNIE BRIER BUSH.
Sung by Miss Stephens. Arranged by James Dewar.
There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard, And white are the blossoms o't in our kail-yard; Like wee bit white cockauds for our loyal Hieland lads And the lasses lo'e the bonnie bush in our kail-yard.
But were they a' true that were far awa? Oh! were they a' true that were far awa? They drew up wi' glaikit Englishers at Carlisle ha', And forgot auld frien's when far awa.
Ye'll come nae muir, Jamie, where aft you've been : Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, to Athol's green; Ye lo'ed owre weel the dancin' at Carlisle ha', And forgot the Hieland bills that were far awa.
He's comin' frae the north that's to fancy me, He's comin' frae the north that's to fancy me; A feather in his bonnet, and a ribbon at his knee; He's a bonnie Hieland laddie, and you be na he.
THE LIMENT OF FLORA M'DONALD.
Musie arranged by Neil Gow, Jun. Words lay Hogg.
Far over the hills of the heather so green, And down by the Corrie that sings to the sea, The bonnie young Flora sat weeping her lane, The dew on her plaid and the tear in her e'e. She looked at a boat with the breezes that swung, Away on the wave, like a bird of the main ; And aye as it lessened she sighed and she sung, "Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again; Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again.
"The moorcoek that craws on the brows o' Ben-Connal, He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs of Clan-Ronald, Unawed and unhaunted his eiry can claim; The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shore, The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea;
