d Cressingham! thy banners flew,
When, like a torrent rushing,
O God! from right and left the flame
Of Scottish swords like lightning came,
Great Edward's legions crushing!

High praise, ye gallant band,
Who, in the face of day,
With a daring heart and a fearless hand,
Have cast your chains away!
The foemen fell on every side--
In crimson hues the Forth was dyed--
Bedew'd with blood the heather,
While cries triumphal shook the air--
"Thus shall they do, thus shall they dare,
Wherever Scotsmen gather!"

Though years like shadows fleet
O'er the dial-stone of Time,
Thy pulse, O Freedom! still shall beat
With the throb of manhood's prime!
Still shall the valour, love, and truth,
That shone on Scotland's early youth,
From Scotland ne'er dissever;
The Shamrock, Rose, and Thistle stern
Shall wave around her Wallace cairn,
And bless the brave for ever!

WILLIAM MILLER.

The writer of Nursery Songs in "Whistle Binkie," William Miller, was
born at Parkhead, Glasgow, about the year 1812. He follows the
profession of a cabinet-turner in his native city. "Ye cowe a'," which
we subjoin, amply entitles him to a place among the minstrels of his
country.

YE COWE A'.

AIR--_"Comin' through the rye."_

I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to Kelvin's leafy shade
And a' that fondest heart can feel, or tongue can tell, I said;
But nae reply my lassie gied--I blamed the waterfa';
Its deavin' soun' her voice might droun'. "Oh, it cowes a'!
Oh, it cowes a'!" quo' I; "oh, it cowes a'!
I wonder how the birds can woo--oh, it cowes a'!"

I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to Kelvin's solemn grove,
Where silence in her dewy bowers hush'd a' sounds but o' love;
Still frae my earnest looks an' vows she turn'd her head awa';
Nae cheerin' word the silence heard. "Oh, this cowes a'!
Oh, this cowes a'!" quo' I; "oh, this cowes a'!"
To woo I 'll try anither way--for this cowes a'!"

I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to where the moonlight fell,
Upon a bank o' bloomin' flowers, beside the pear-tree well;
Say, modest moon, did I do wrang to clasp her waist sae sma',
And steal ae kiss o' honey'd bliss? "Oh, ye cowe a'!
Oh, ye cowe a'!" quo' she; "oh, ye cowe a'!
Ye m