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O for a soft and gentle wind!

I heard a fair one cry;

But give to me the swelling breeze,
And white waves heaving high:

The white waves heaving high, my lads,
The good ship tight and free;
The world of waters is our home,
And merry men are we.

There's tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud;
And hark the music, mariners!
The wind is wakening loud.
The wind is wakening loud, my boys,
The lightning flashes free-
The hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

PULL AWAY, JOLLY BOYS.

JAMES HOGG.

Here we go upon the tide,

Pull away, jolly boys,

With heaven for our guide,

Pull away.

VOL. IV.

Here's a weather-beaten tar,
Britain's glory still his star,

He has borne her thunders far;
Pull away, jolly boys,

To yon gallant man of war,

Pull away.

We've with Nelson ploughed the main,

Pull away, jolly boys,

Now his signal flies again,

Pull away.

Brave hearts, then let us go,

To drub the haughty foe,

Who once again shall know,

Pull away, jolly boys,

That our backs we never show,

Pull away.

We have fought, and we have sped,

Pull away, gallant boys,

Where the rolling wave was red,

Pull away.

We've stood many a mighty shock,

Like the thunder-stricken oak,

We've been bent, but never broke,

Pull away, gallant boys;
We ne'er brooked a foreign yoke,

Pull away.

Here we go upon the deep,

Pull away, gallant boys,

O'er the ocean let us sweep,

Pull away.

Round the earth our glory rings,
At the thought my bosom springs,
That where'er our pennant swings,
Pull away, gallant boys,
Of the ocean we're the kings,
Pull away.

WELCOME BAT AND OWLET GRAY.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

O welcome bat and owlet gray,
Thus winging low your airy way;
And welcome moth and drowsy fly,
That to mine ear come humming by ;
And welcome shadows long and deep,
And stars that from the pale sky peep!
O welcome all! to me ye say,
My woodland love is on her way.

Upon the soft wind floats her hair,
Her breath is in the dewy air,
Her steps are in the whisper'd sound
That steals along the stilly ground.

O dawn of day, in rosy bower,
What art thou to this witching hour!
O noon of day, in sunshine bright,
What art thou to the fall of night!

GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT!

JOANNA BAILLIE.

The sun is sunk, the day is done,
E'en stars are setting one by one;
Nor torch nor taper longer may
Eke out the pleasures of the day;
And since, in social glee's despite,

It needs must be, Good night, good night!

The bride into her bower is sent,

And ribald rhyme and jesting spent ;

The lover's whisper'd words and few

Have bade the bashful maid adieu;

The dancing-floor is silent quite,

No foot bounds there, Good night, good night!

The lady in her curtain'd bed,

The herdsman in his wattled shed,

The clansmen in the heather'd hall,

Sweet sleep be with you, one and all!
We part in hope of days as bright

As this now gone, Good night, good night !

Sweet sleep be with us one and all ;
And if upon its stillness fall

The visions of a busy brain,

We'll have our pleasure o'er again,

To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! Good night, good night!

LOW GERMANIE.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

As I sail'd past green Jura's isle,
Among the waters lone,

I heard a voice-a sweet low voice,
Atween a sigh and moan:
With ae babe at her bosom, and

Another at her knee,

A mother wail'd the bloody wars
In Low Germanie.

Oh woe unto these cruel wars

That ever they began,

For they have swept my native isle
Of many a pretty man:

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