This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 Excerpt: ...may lustre throw Around my Highland Lassie, O. She has my heart, she has my hand, By sacred truth and honour's band 'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low, I'm thine, my Highland Lassie, O Fareweel the glen sae bushy, O Fareweel the plain sae rushy, O To other lands I now must go, To sing my Highland Lassie, O PEGGY. Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs, on whirring wings, Amang the blooming heather: Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, To muse upon my charmer. The partridge loves the fruitful fells; The plover loves the mountains; The woodcock haunts the lonely dells; The soaring hern the fountains: Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves The path of man, to shun it; The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush, The spreading thorn the linnet. Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, The savage and the tender; Some social join, and leagues combine; Some solitary wander: Avaunt, away the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion; The sportman's joy, the murd'ring cry, The flult'ring, gory pinion But Peggy, dear, the cv'ning's clear, Thick flies the skimming swallow; The sky is blue, the fields in view, All fading-green and yellow: Come, let us stray our gladsome way, And view the charms of nature; The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, And ev'ry happy creature. We 'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, Till the silent moon shine clearly; I 'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, Swear how I love thee dearly: Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs, Not autumn to the farmer, So dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer O THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED. O That I had ne'er been married, I wad never had uae care; Now I've gotten wife a...