...another song} for Yestreen is far from being an unintelligible, and is moreover a very pretty word. ' Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair and that was braw, And yon the...

...conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said...

...slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely —...

...trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took...

...trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Of lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha',...

...trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Though this...

...hour: Those smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor. How blythely wad I byde the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I...secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen, when to the stented string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but...

...au impression upon a weak understanding only or a disordered fancy. Robcrtaon't History of Scotland, To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or »aw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town. Bumf. That a people...

...and me ! MARY MORISON. TUNE— "Bide ye yet." O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trystcd hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted hv, To theo my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that...

...trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor • How blithely wad I bide the stoure. A weary slave frae sun to sun...secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to (he trembling string, The dance gacd thro' the lighted ha'. To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat,...