It's no the frosty winter wind,
It's no the driving drift and snaw;
But aye the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa.

My father pat me frae his door, [put]
My friends they hae disown'd me a':
But I hae ane will tak my part, [have one]
The bonnie lad that's far awa.

A pair o' gloves he bought to me,
And silken snoods he gae me twa; [fillets, gave]
And I will wear them for his sake,
The bonnie lad that's far awa.

O weary winter soon will pass,
And spring will cleed the birken shaw: [clothe, birch woods]
And my young babie will be born,
And he'll be hame that's far awa.

BRAW BRAW LADS

Braw braw lads on Yarrow braes, [hills]
That wander thro' the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws [woods]
Can match the lads o' Gala Water.

But there is ane, a secret ane,
Aboon them a' I lo'e him better; [love]
And I'll be his, and he'll be mine,
The bonnie lad o' Gala Water.

Altho' his daddie was nae laird, [landlord]
And tho' I hae nae meikle tocher, [much dowry]
Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water. [watch]

It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
That coft contentment, peace, and pleasure; [bought]
The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
O that's the chiefest warld's treasure!

MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains, high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

The foregoing are all placed in the mouths of girls, and it is
difficult to deny that they ring as true as the songs that are known
to have sprung from the poet's di