...Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'H crack your credit wi' mac nor me. JOHN MAYNE. BORN 1759 — DIED 1836. JOHN MATXE, the amiable...

...Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. THEN GTJDEWIFE, COUNT THE LAWIN. [Burns' name is adhibited...

...for honest labour ; Cheer, boys, cheer ! for the new and happy land. CHARLES MACKAY. EMIGRANT'S SONG. OUR native land, our native vale, A long — a last adieu ! Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, And Cheviot's mountains blue ! Farewell, ye hills of glorious deeds, And streams...

...anithcr your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mac nor me. GANE IS THE DAY. Tune — "Gudeaife count the laid»." [The...

...Sae ye wi' another your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE? TUNE — What can a Young Leant do...

...anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. XCVIII. GANE IS THE DAY. Time— "Gndewife, count the Lawin."...

...your fortune maun try, se, must Ye 're like to the timiner o' yon rotten wood, timber Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Yell slip frae me like a knotless thread, from And ye'll oraek your eredit wi mae nor me. more WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE? TUXE — What van a Youn9...

...fame, And quench our household fires, When we, or ours, forget thy name, Green Island of our Sires ! " Our native Land —our native Vale — A long, a last adieu ! Farewell to bonny Teviot-dale, And Scotland's mountains blue." HUNTSCHAW, Sept. 21, 1819. AN EMIGRANT'S SONG. OH,...

...distant shore Beyoud the western main ; We leave thce to return no more, Nor view thy cliffs again ! Our native land — our native vale — A long, a last adieu ! Farewell to bonnie Teviotdale, And Scotland's mountains blue ! THE EXILE'S LAMENT. Bv the lone Mankayana's margin grey A Scottish maiden...

...admirable song, " My Tocher's the jewel," but not so pleasantly nor so happily as by Carolan. " Ye're like the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like the bark o' yon rotten tree." The tautology weakens the effect. The spouse of Naisi,* Erin's woe — The dame that laid proud Ilium...