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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;
