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# The Book of Scottish Song/My bonnie lassie's dead

My bonnie lassie’s dead.
[James Macdonald.—Here first printed.—Air, "A mile abune Dundee."]
Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead, My bliss an' joy on earth's fled; Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead, An' lies on Endrick lea.
Her brow was like a lily flower, Smiling 'neath a balmy bower, An' glist'ning i' the momin' hour Amang the dew o' May. Her e'e was like the bonnie bell, That dances on a sparklin' well, When daylight fa's o'er muir an' fell, An' wakes the well to play.
Her cheek had a' the hues that lie On a' that's fair in earth or sky, When summer winds are singing by A canty, gleesome air. The winds may sing o'er glen an' lea; The flowers may bloom, but no for me; That brow an' e'e, that cheek I'll see Smiling here nae mair.
A leaf afore the wintry blast, Though sairly bruised an' sadly cast, Will find a resting place at last, But ah! there's nane for me. Whar can I gang, whar can I bide, Sin' she, my bonnie winsome bride, Is ta'en for ever frae my side? Why didna death tak' me?
# The Book of Scottish Song/My ain dear Land

My ain dear Land.
[Words by T. Smibert. Music by Mr. Shrivall.]
O bonnie are the hows, And sunny are the knowes That fed the kye and yows, Where my life's morn dawn'd; ​And brightly glanced the rills. That spring amang the hills, 'And ca' the merrie mills In my ain dear land. O bonnie are the hows, &c.
Bat now I canna see The lammies on the lea, Nor hear the heather bee On this far, far, strand; I see nae father's ha', Nor burnie's water-fa', But wander far awa' Frae my air dear land. O bonnie are the hows, &c.
But blythely will I bide, Whate'er may yet betide, When ane is by my side On this far, far, strand My Jean will soon be here My waefu' heart to cheer, And dry the fa'ing tear For our ain dear land. O bonnie are the hows, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My auld Man

My auld Man.
[Given by Ritson from a common collection the title of which, he says, he had forgot. Allan Cunningham prob.ibly took the hint of his song called "The Wanton Wife" (see page 93) from the present one.]
In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife, And in the town of Cupar then, Who sorely did lament, and made her complaint, Oh when will ye die, my auld man? ​In cam' her cousin Kate, when it was growing late, She said, What's gude for an' auld man? O wheit-breid and wine, and a kinnen new slain; That's gude for an auld man.
Cam' ye in to jeer, or cam' ye in to scorn, And what for cam' ye in? For bear-bread and water, I'm sure, is much better— It's ower gude for an auld man.
Now the auld man's deid, and, without remeid, Into his cauld grave he's gane; Lie still wi' my blessing! of thee I ha'e nae missing; I'll ne'er mourn for an auld man.
Within a little mair than three quarters of a year, She was married to a young man then, Who drank at the wine, and tippled at the beer, And spent mair gear than he wan.
O black grew her brows, and howe grew her een, And cauld grew her pat and her pan; And now she sighs, and aye she says, I wish I had my silly auld man!
# The Book of Scottish Song/My bonnie Mary

My bonnie Mary.
[In a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, dated 17th Dec., 1788, Burns quotes this song, and "Should auld acquaintance be forgot," as old compositions, with which he is much pleased. He afterwards, in his Notes on the Museum, says, "The silver Tassie: The air is Oswald's; the first half stanza of the song is old; the rest mine." Mr. Peter Buchan gives the ballad, from which Burns borrowed the first four lines of this charming song. It commences thus:
"As I went out to take the air, 'Twas on the banks of Diveron water, I chose a maid to be my love, Were it my fortune for to get her."
And towards the close of the ballad occurs the verse of which Burns took advantage:
"Ye'll bring me here a pint of wine, A server and a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I gang, A health to my ain bonnie lassie."
The ballad, Mr. Buchan says, was composed in the year 1636, by Alexander Lesley, Esq. of Edin on Diveronside, in honour of a certain Helen Christie. Burns wrote his song after seeing a young officer take leave of his sweetheart at the pier of Leith, and embark for foreign service.]
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier of Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick Law; And I maun lea' my bonnie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fiy; The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar; The battle closes thick and bloody: But it's not the roar of sea or shore, Would mak' me langer wish to tarry; Nor shouts of war, that's heard afar, It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My bonnie Wife

My bonnie Wife.
[W. Millar.— Music by P. M'Leod.]
Oh, weel I mind the happy days, The days o' youthfu' love and pride, When 'mang the glens and heath'ry braes I woo'd and won my bonnie bride; And weel I mind the blessed time, When Hymen wove the nuptial spell, And waken'd joys whilk few but they Far, far an' owre in heav'n can tell.
My bonnie wife—the charm o' life, She's than than India's gowd to me, Oh! blessings on my bonnie wife, I'll like her till the day I dee. She's aye sae blythe when I come hame, Sae glad o' e'e, sae sweet o' mou', The saft voice o' my couthie dame Is kinder than the turtle's coo.
And then she's aye sae gude and meek That angel's e'en her heart might see, I think its maistly for her sake Contentment likes to dwell wi' me. When gay young frien's come down the gate
Or aiblins been auid birkie's ca', Our wee bit cot she mak's sae neat, It's no that unco-like ava: ​For though we brag nae routh o' braws, Nor count wi' daintier folks to shine, Her form mak's up for pictured wa's, Her face gars ilka thing look fine. And when around the fire at night Our wee love-doos come todling ben, There's something gars my heart beat light— A-maist owre rich for mortal ken!
The skies without may smile or frown, But still our cheerie hearth's the same; Like birds that aye gang wi' the sun, We've simmer a' the year at hame. Lang may the rose bloom on her cheek, The star o' joy light up her e'e; Lang may the smile play on her lip, And a' that's gude her portion be.
And when the sun o' life gaes down, May gowden glories light her rest, And endless joys, the earth aboon, Mak' her the liappiest o' the blest. My bonnie wife—the charm o' life, She's mair than India's gowd to me, Oh! blessings on my bonnie wife, I'll like her till the day I dee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My boy, Tammy

My boy, Tammy.
[Written by Hector Macneil, and first printed in "The Bee," Edinburgh, 1791. The air is very old, and used to be sung to old words which must have given the hint to Macneil. Here is a specimen of the original:
"Is she fit to soop the house, My boy, Tammy? Is she fit to soop the house, My boy, Tammy? She 's just as fit to soop the house As the cat to tak' a mouse; And yet she 's but a young thine New come frae her mammy."]
Whar ha'e ye been a' day, My boy, Tammy? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting o' this young thing, Just come frae her mammy.
And whar gat ye that young thing, My boy, Tammy? I got her down in yonder howe, Smiling on a bonnie knowe, Herding ae wee lamb and ewe, For her poor mammy.
What said ye to the bonnie bairn, My boy, Tammy? I praised her een, sae lovely blue, Her dimpled cheek and cherry mou';— I pree'd it aft, as ye may trow;— She said she'd tell her mammy. ​I held her to my beating heart, My young, my smiling lammie! I ha'e a house, it cost me dear, I've wealth o' plenishen and gear; Ye'se get it a', were't ten times mair, Gin ye will leave your mammy.
The smile gaed aff her bonnie face— I maunna leave my mammy. She's gien me meat, she's gien me claes, She's been my comfort a' my days:— My father's death brought monie waes— I canna leave my mammy.
We'll tak' her hame and mak' her fain, My ain kind-hearted lammie. We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gi'e her claise, We'll be her comfort a' her days. The wee thing gi'es her hand, and says— There! gang and ask my mammy.
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, My boy, Tammy? She has been to the kirk wi' me, And the tear was in her e'e; For O! she's but a young thing, Just come frae her mammy.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My faithful Somebody

My faithful Somebody.
[Written by John Macdiarmid, editor of the Dumfries Courier. Set to music by Peter Macleod.]
When day declining gilds the west, And weary labour welcomes rest, How lightly bounds his beating breast At thought of meeting somebody. ​My fair, my faithful somebody, My fair, my faithful somebody, When sages, with their precepts show, Perfection is unknown below, They mean, except in somebody.
Her lovely looks, sae kind and gay, Are sweeter than the smiles of day, And milder than the morn of May That beams on bonnie somebody. My fair, &c.
'Twas but last eve, when wand'ring here, We heard the cushat cooing near, I softly whisper'd in her ear, "He woos, like me, his somebody." My fair, &c.
With crimson cheek the fair replied, "As seasons change, he'll change his bride; But death alone can e'er divide From me the heart of somebody." My fair, &c.
Enrapt I answer'd, "Maid divine, Thy mind's a model fair for mine; And here I swear I'll but resign With life the love of somebody." My fair, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My ain countrie

My ain countrie.
[Tune, "The Briar Bush."—This and the two following pieces are from a small volume by Alexander Maclaggan, which contains much genuine and vigorous poetry. The volume is entitled, "Poems and Songs, Scotch and English," and was published at Edinburgh in 1841.]
How are ye a' at hame In my ain countrie? Are your kind hearts aye the same In my ain countrie?
Are ye aye as fu' o' glee, As witty, frank, and free, As kind's ye used to be, In my ain countrie?
Oh! a coggie I will fill To my ain countrie! Ay, and toom it wi' good will To my ain countrie! Here's to a' the folk I ken, 'Mang the lasses and the men, In ilk canty but an' ben O' my ain countrie!
Heaven watch thou ever o'er My ain countrie! Let tyrants never more Rule my ain countrie! May her heroes, dear to thee— The bauld hearts and the free— Be ready aye to dee For my ain countrie!
May a blessin' light on a' In my ain countrie! Baith the great folk and the sma', In my ain countrie! ​On whatever sod I kneel, Heaven knows I ever feel For the honour and the weal O' my ain countrie!
# Tales of a Traveler (unsourced)/Part First Introduction
## Part First: Strange Stories by a Nervous Gentleman

"I'll tell you more; there was a fish taken,: A monstrous fish, with, a sword by's side, a long sword, A pike in's neck, and a gun in's nose, a huge gun, And letters of mart in's mouth, from the Duke of Florence. Cleanthes. This is a monstrous lie. Tony. I do confess it. Do you think I'd tell you truths!" --Fletcher's wife for a month
[The following adventures were related to me by the same nervous gentleman who told me the romantic tale of THE STOUT GENTLEMAN, published in Bracebridge Hall.
It is very singular, that although I expressly stated that story to have been told to me, and described the very person who told it, still it has been received as an adventure that happened to myself. Now, I protest I never met with any adventure of the kind. I should not have grieved at this, had it not been intimated by the author of Waverley, in an introduction to his romance of Peveril of the Peak, that he was himself the Stout Gentleman alluded to. I have ever since been importuned by letters and questions from gentlemen, and particularly from ladies without number, touching what I had seen of the great unknown.
Now, all this is extremely tantalizing. It is like being congratulated on the high prize when one has drawn a blank; for I have just as great a desire as any one of the public to penetrate the mystery of that very singular personage, whose voice fills every corner of the world, without any one being able to tell from whence it comes. He who keeps up such a wonderful and whimsical incognito: whom nobody knows, and yet whom every body thinks he can swear to.
My friend, the nervous gentleman, also, who is a man of very shy, Retired habits, complains that he has been excessively annoyed in consequence of its getting about in his neighborhood that he is the fortunate personage. Insomuch, that he has become a character of considerable notoriety in two or three country towns; and has been repeatedly teased to exhibit himself at blue-stocking parties, for no other reason than that of being "the gentleman who has had a glimpse of the author of Waverley."
Indeed, the poor man has grown ten times as nervous as ever, since he has discovered, on such good authority, who the stout gentleman was; and will never forgive himself for not having made a more resolute effort to get a full sight of him. He has anxiously endeavored to call up a recollection of what he saw of that portly personage; and has ever since kept a curious eye on all gentlemen of more than ordinary dimensions, whom he has seen getting into stage coaches. All in vain! The features he had caught a glimpse of seem common to the whole race of stout gentlemen; and the great unknown remains as great an unknown as ever.]
# Tales of a Traveler (unsourced)/Part Fourth Introduction
## Part Fourth: The Money-diggers

[Found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker]
Now I remember those old women's words Who in my youth would tell me winter's tales; And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure had been hid.
--Marlow's Jew of Malta
# Tales of a Traveler (unsourced)/Part Second Introduction
## Part Second: Buckthorne and His Friends

"'Tis a very good world that we live in,: To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg, or to borrow, or get a man's own, 'Tis the very worst world, sir, that ever was known." --Lines from an inn window
# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Chief of the Cous Police and the Sharper

First-level story, told by Shehrzad
THE CHIEF OF THE COUS POLICE AND THE SHARPER.
It is related that Alaeddin, chief of the police of Cous, was sitting one night in his house, when a man of comely aspect and dignified port, followed by a servant bearing a chest upon his head, came to the door and said to one of the young men, ‘Go in and tell the Amir that I would speak with him privily.’ So the servant went in and told his master, who bade admit the visitor. When he entered the Amir saw him to be a man of good appearance and carriage; so he received him with honour, seating him beside himself, and said to him, ‘What is thy business?’ ‘I am a highwayman,’ replied the stranger, ‘and am minded to repent at thy hands and turn to God the Most High; but I would have thee help me to this, for that I am in thy ​district and under thine eye. I have here a chest, wherein is that which is worth nigh forty thousand dinars; and none hath so good a right to it as thou; so do thou take it and give me in exchange a thousand dinars of thy money, lawfully gotten, that I may have a little capital, to aid me in my repentance, and not be forced to resort to sin for subsistence; and with God the Most High be thy reward!’ So saying he opened the chest and showed the Amir that it was full of trinkets and jewels and bullion and pearls, whereat he was amazed and rejoiced greatly. Then he cried out to his treasurer, Night cccxlvi.to bring him a purse of a thousand dinars, and gave it to the highwayman, who thanked him and went his way, under cover of the night.
On the morrow, the Amir sent for the chief of the goldsmiths and showed him the chest and what was therein; but the goldsmith found it nothing but pewter and brass and the jewels and pearls all of glass; at which Alaeddin was sore chagrined and sent in quest of the highwayman; but none could come at him.
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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Boy and the Thieves

Second-level story, contained in King Jelyaad of Hind and His Vizier Shimas
THE BOY AND THE THIEVES.
Seven thieves once went out to steal, according to their wont, and fell in with a poor orphan boy, who besought them for somewhat to eat. Quoth one of them to him, “Wilt go with us, O boy, and we will feed thee and clothe thee and entreat thee kindly?” And he answered, saying, “Needs must I go with you whithersoever ye will and ye are as my own people.” So they took him and fared on with him till they came to a garden, and entering, went round about therein, till they found a walnut-tree laden with ripe fruit Night dccccxix.and said one to another, “Look which is the lightest and smallest of us and make him climb the tree.” And they said, “None of us is smaller than this boy.” So they sent him up into the tree and said to him, “O boy, touch not aught of the fruit, lest some one see thee and do thee a mischief.” “How then shall I do?” asked he, and they said, “Sit among the boughs and shake them with thy might, so that which is thereon may fall, and we will pick it up. Then, when thou hast made an end of shaking down the fruit, come down and take thy share of that which we have gathered.” So he began to shake every branch at ​which he could come, so that the nuts fell and the thieves picked them up and ate [some] and hid [other some] till they were all full, except the boy, who had eaten nought.
As they were thus engaged, up came the owner of the garden and said to them, “What do ye with this tree?” “We have taken nought thereof,” answered they; “but we were passing by and seeing yonder boy on the tree, concluded that he was the owner thereof and besought him to give us to eat of the fruit. So he fell to shaking the branches, that the nuts dropped down, and we are not at fault.” Quoth the master to the boy, “What sayst thou?” And he answered, “These men lie; but I will tell thee the truth. It is that we all came hither together and they bade me climb the tree and shake its branches, that the nuts might fall down to them, and I obeyed them.” “Verily,” said the master, “thou hast brought thyself into parlous case; but hast thou profited to eat aught of the fruit?” And he said, “I have eaten nought thereof.” “Now know I thy stupidity and folly,” rejoined the owner of the garden, “in that thou hast wroughten to ruin thyself and advantage others.” Then said he to the thieves, “Go your ways: I have no resort against you.” But he laid hands on the boy and punished him.
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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Cat and the Crow

First-level story, told by Shehrzad
​“By Allah,” said the Sultan to Shehrzad, “this is a goodly story! Hast thou any story bearing upon the beauty of true friendship and the observance of its obligations in time of distress and rescuing from destruction?” “Yes,” answered she; “it hath reached me that
THE CAT AND THE CROW.
A crow and a cat once lived in brotherhood. One day, as they were together under a tree, they spied a leopard making towards them, of which they had not been ware, till he was close upon them. The crow at once flew up to the top of the tree; but the cat abode confounded and said to the crow, ‘O my friend, hast thou no device to save me? All my hope is in thee.’ ‘Indeed,’ answered the crow, ‘it behoveth brethren, in case of need, to cast about for a device, whenas any peril overtakes them, and right well saith the poet:
He is a right true friend who is with thee indeed And will himself undo, to help thee in thy need, Who, when love’s severance is by evil fate decreed, To join your sundered lives will risk his own and bleed.’
Now hard by the tree were shepherds with their dogs; so the crow flew towards them and smote the face of the earth with his wings, cawing and crying out, to draw their attention. Then he went up to one of the dogs and flapped his wings in his eyes and flew up a little way, whilst the dog ran after him, thinking to catch him. Presently, one of the shepherds raised his head and saw the bird flying near the ground and lighting now and then; so he followed him, and the crow gave not over flying just out of the dogs’ reach and tempting them to pursue and snap at him: but as soon as they came near him, he would fly up a little; and so he brought them to the tree. When they saw the leopard, they rushed upon it, and it turned and fled. Now the leopard thought to eat the cat, but the latter was saved by the craft of its friend the crow. This story, O King, shows that the friendship of the virtuous saves and delivers from difficulties and dangers.
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# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/The Crow and the Serpent

Second-level story, contained in King Jelyaad of Hind and His Vizier Shimas
THE CROW AND THE SERPENT.
A crow and his wife once dwelt in a tree, in all delight of life, till they came to the time of the hatching of their young, to wit, the season of midsummer, when a serpent issued from his hole and crawled up the tree, till it came to the crows’ nest, where it coiled itself up and there abode all the days of the summer, whilst the crow was driven away and found no place wherein to lie. When the days of heat were past, the serpent went away ​to its own place and the crow said to his wife, “Let us thank God the Most High, who hath preserved us and delivered us from this serpent, albeit we are forbidden from increase this year. Yet God will not cut off our hope; so let us thank Him for having vouchsafed us safety and bodily weal, for we have none other in whom to trust, and if He will and we live till next year, He will give us other young in the stead of those we have lost this year.”
Next year the serpent again sallied forth from its place at the same time and made for the crows’ nest: but, as it climbed up the tree, a kite swooped down on it and struck his claws into its head and tore it, whereupon it fell to the ground, senseless, and the ants came out upon it and devoured it. So the crow and his wife abode in peace and quiet and reared a numerous brood and thanked God for their safety and for the young that were born to them.
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# The Box-Car Children

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THE BOX-CAR CHILDREN
THE BOX-CAR CHILDREN
By Gertrude Chandler Warner
Author of "Star Stories For Little Folks" and, with Frances Warner, of "Life's Minor Collisions"
With pictures by Dorothy Lake Gregory
RAND M$^C$NALLY & COMPANY
Copyright, 1924, by Rand M$^c$Nally & Company
Made in U.S.A.
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