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The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

I meet my mudder early IN de mornin'.
An I ak her. How d'y do. my mudder?"
Walk 'em easy roun' dc heaben. walk EN-
easy,
1 meet Brudder Robert early in de mornin':
1 Ak Brudder Robert. How d'y do. my
SOM"
Walk 'em Easy round do heaben. walk 'em
easy.
/ meet Becca Lawton early in de mornln';
l ak Becca Lawton, How dy do, my sis
Walk 'em easy round de heaben. walk 'em
easy,
My brudder settin' on de tree Of life. and he
heard when Jordan roll
Roll. Jordan! roll, Jordanl roll, Jordan.
roll!
Oh, march de angel, march: oh, march dc
angel. march;
oh. my soul, arise in heaven, Lord, for ter
heah when Jordan roll.
Little chil'en. learn ter fear do Lord. and
let your days be long.
Roll. Jordan, rolli
Oh, let no false or spiteful word be found
on your tongue.
Roll. Jordan!
I will not let you go. my Lord.
Fisherman Peter out at sea;
He cast all night an he cast all day,
He catch no fish, but he catch some soul.
Jacob hang from q trembli limb.
I'm huntin' fer a city ter stay awhile:
I'm huntin' fer a city ter stay awhile.
I'm huntin' fer a city ter stay awhile.
Oh, believer got q home at last.
Run. seeker, ruA.)r
What make ole Satan follow me so?
Satan amt got nothin' at all ter do wild
me. Oh.
Run, seeker, rum!
HoT' our light, Sister Mary: hor your
light. Oh,
Run, seeker, runi
Hol' your light on Canaan shorN.
Jehovah, halleluJah, dc Lord i perwide.
Jehovah, hallelujah, de Lord is perwtde;
De foxes has a hole an de birds has q nest,
De Son of Man he dunno where ter lay de
weary head.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Rubaiyaf Of Omar khayyam.

We are no other than a moving row
or Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with this Sun-illumin'd Lantern
held
In Midnight by the Master Of the Show:
Impotent Pieces Of the Game He plays
Upon this Checker-board of Nights and
Days;
Hitler and thither moves. and checks.
and Stays,
And one BY one back In the Closet lays.
The Ball no question makes Of Ayes and
Noes
But Right or Left a. strikes the Player
And He that tossd ysu down into the
Field,
He knows about It aIl-hs knoxville
knowsl
The Moving Finger writes, and. having writ
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure 1t back to cancel half . Line.
Nor all your Tears wash out . Word OF It
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky.
Nhereunder crawling coop'd wa live and die.
Lift not your hands to It for helpefor It
As impotently rolls as you or !.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last
Man knead,
And there Of the Last Harvest sowd the
Seed:
Ana the urOt morning o. creation wrote
What the Last Dawn Of Reckoning shall
read.
Yesterday This Days Madness did prepare:
To-morrow's Silence. Triumph. or Despair:
Drink. for you know not whence you
Drink! for you know not why you 70. nor
where.
Indeed the Idols I have loved 20 long
Have done nv credit IN Mensa ewes much
wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in . shallow Cup.
And 90 my Reputation Tor . Song.
Yet All. that eps4ng should vanish With the
Rosel
That YOUTHS swese-soented manuscript
should closet
The Nightingale that In the branches SANG.
All whence. and wither flown again. who
All Lovoi could yon and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme Of Things entire,
Would not We shatter Il to bits-and then
Re-mould 4 nearer to the Hearts Desired
And II the Wine you drink. the Lip you
End n what An begins and snds in-Yss;
Think then you are To-day what Yestse-
You wers|To-monow you shan not b lsss.
rest
A Sultan to the realm Of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, AM prepares It for another Guest.
And fear not lsst Existence closing your
Account, and Wina. should know the like NJ
more:
Tho Internal eaai from that Bowl has
pour'd
Millions Of Bubbles lks N, and WIN pour.
Come, fnl the Cup, and In the firs Of Spring
Your W-inter-garmsnt Of Repentance ming:
The Bird Of Time has but Q little way
To dutter-and the Bird u ON the Wing.
Whether ax Naishapur or Babylon.
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run.
The Wine OF Lie keeps oozing drop by
drop,
rhs Leaves e rlss kssp failing ~ b. sns.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
bit of it,

n DISCuSs1On on I1Eht.
Two Irishmen entered ono day into ear
nest discussion on the comparative useful
ness Of the sun and moon.
"Shure. the sun gives a stronger light
said one.
"But the moon is more sensible" replied
the other.
"How do yees make that out7" .
ooh. it's aisy."
Lets hear yees prove It,"
"Bedad, the moon shines In the night.
when we made it. while the sun comes out
in broad daylight. when even "a one-eyed
man can see without it." 9N
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Aud Robin Gray.

Aud HO01n cray
Yeumg jamie lo'ed me weel. and ask'd me
for his bride.
But, saving . crown, he had nasthing else
beside;
To make the crown . pound. ny jamie
Eaed to ssa,
And the crown and pound werS bath for
mee.
He had ma been game q week. but only twa.
When my father brake his arm. and our
COW was stoun ava;
Ny mither she fell sick. and my jamie at
the sea.
And auld Robin Grey came a-courtfn to ma
My father oouldna work, and my mithsr
couldna spin.
I toird day and night, but their bread I
couldna win:
Aud Rob maintain,d them bath. and VT
tears in his ee.
Said, Jenny. for their sakes, viii ~ marry
mot
lily heart Il said nay. I loot'd ssr Jamie
back:
But the wind 1t blew high, and the ship II
was a wrack:
The ship it was . wrack. why didna Jenny
die?
And why do I live to say. wac IS mel
My father urged me sair. tho my mithef
didna speak,
She looked in my face till M heart was
like to break:
So I gied him my hand. though my heart
was on the sea,
And aud Robin Gray Is gudeman to ma
I hadna been q wife q week but only four,
When sitting sac ~mournfully at my ain
door.
I saw my Jamie's wrath, for I couldns
think It he.
Till he said. I'm come back. love. to marry
thee.
o sair did we greet. and mickle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves
away:
I wish I were dead. but I'm nc like to dee;
Oh, why do 1 live to say. wac Is mel
I gang like q ghaist. and I carena to spin,
I darena think ON Jamie. for that would be
. sin:
But I'll do my best q guide wife to be.
For auld Robin Gray is kline unto me.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
An vr,.h Tr.ae-N.rk.

Two Irishmen were walking along ono Of
the main thoroughfares in Glasgow when
they noticed a large placard in the window
Of a shop with the words Butter! ButterI!
Butter!!"!' in giant type, printed on 1t.
Pat" said Mike, what is the meaning
Of them big strokes after the words?"
"Och! ye ignoramus," say Pat. sure
they are meant for shillalahs. to show its
Irish butterr'
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
National characteristics.

"what will you take to stand all night In
the dome Of st. Paul's?"
"A beefsteak INC a pint Of beer" was the
frank reply.
The next one acoosted was q sootchman:
Says Sandie What will ye gie?"
Lastly came along Patrick, and when he
was asked what he would take to stand all
night in the dome Of st. Pauls. he will
ingly answered:
"shure, an IN b. apt to take . bad
cowld-"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Paddx,s Test Of Goodness.

Paddy's Test of Goodness.
Tho following took place in an American
court on ono Of the occasions of ''naturali-
zation." which is usual previous to q general
election:
Judge: do you know o'Brien?"
Irish Witness: "'Yes, sorr."
Judge: How long has he been in this
country"
Witness: -Alittle over five year"
Judges us he a man of good moral char
acter?''
Witness (qulte bewildered): "shure. yer
Honor, 1 don't know what moral character
means."~
Judge: well. sir. I will talk more plainly
to you. Does O'Brien stand fair before the
community"
Witness completely nonplused): by my
sowl, I don't apprehend your m'aning. your
Honor"
Judge (rather ~irritated): IT mean to ask
you SIR. II o'Brien. the person who wants
to be a citizen, and for whom you are a
witness, Is q good man or not?"
Witness: "Ohl an why didn't you Ak mo
that way before7 To be sure. he's a good
man. shure, an Tve seen him in ten fights
durin' the last two years. an ivry time he
licked his man."
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Dea. swifr. Last EpiEram.

The last thing Dean Swift wrote was an
epigram on the building Of . magazine for
arms and stores. which was pointed out to
him as no wal taking exercise during his
mental disease. Here 1t Is:
Behold; a proof of Irish sense;
Hsre Irish Wit is seen;
WhAA nothfng's left that's worth defense,
They build . magaxinsi
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
An Iri.h Re.oIution.

The following is q resolution Of an irish
corporation: THAT a new jail should be
built; that this be done out Of the mate
rails Of the old one. and that the old Jail to
be used until the new one b completed:
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

law Ye Johnnie C0min'S Que She.
Saw ye Johnnie comm? quo she.
Saw ye Johnnie comin'f
Saw 70 Johnnie COMMIT quo she,
Saw ye Johnnie comm?
WI his blue bonnet on his head
An his doEgie rinnin'.
WI his blue bonnet on his head. quo she,
An his doggie rinnin'.
Fec him, father, fee him, quo she
Fee him. father, fee him;
Fee him. father. fee him. quo she.
Eco him. father. fee him;
For he is a gallant lad.
And q w~eel-dOin';
And a the wark about the house
GAGS wi me when I see him. quo she
WI me when ! see him.
What will I do WI him. hizzief
What will I do WI him7
He's ne'er a sark upon his back.
And I haze name to gle him.
I haze twa sarks into my kist,
And ane o. them I'll gle him,
And for a merk O. MAR fec
Dfnna stand wi him. quo she.
Dinna stand WI him.
For weed do I lo'e him. quo she
Weel do. I lo'e him:
For weel do Hoe him. quo she.
weel do I lo'e him..
o fee him, father, fee him, quo she.
Fec him, father, fee him;
baud the plough. thrash In the barn.
And crack WI me at e'enin'. quo she,
And crack VT me at eenin'.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

Logic o B00h00s
o Logic o Buchan. o Logic the laird,
They ha'e ta'en AVA Jamie that delv'd in
the yatrd.
wha play'd on ths PIPE an he VOL sac
sma';
They haze ta:sn avs Jamie the now'r q
them a.;
He said. Think IA lang. laasiA tho I a
ava.
For I'll come ~ 80 NE h spite q
them a.
Tho Sandy has svssn, has ga. end has
kye,
A house and . hadddn. end s11sr Apsbys,
Yet ia TAX my ain lad vi. hin star In hn
Before I'd hae him w his houses and ia
But simmer Is comm, oauld wluesrAS AVA
An he'll come an 80 me n site -
them n. =
My daddy looks sulky. my minny losaD sDuA
They frown upon Jamie because he = poor1
Though I like them ~ weel - q dochtey
should do.
They're nae haul 70 dear 10 ma 5amsa q
you.
He said. Think M lan&. hsss4 10 Z uns
ava.
For I'll come M ~ TIE - Qlte q
them a..
I sit on my orespis ana utn at my wheel.
And think on the laddio that lo'sd me- -
wee1:
He had but ae xpsn he brake Il IN twa.
And he gied me the half ot when he gas6
AVA.
But the simmer IL comm. eauld winters
AVA.
An hen come an see me - spits a
them a..
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
~ME AN SATAN HAD A RACE"

Me an Satan had a race.
Hallelu. hallelu!
Ne an Satan had a race.
Hallelu, hallelu!
Win de race agin de course,
Satan tell me ter my face
He break my kingdom down;
Jesus whisper in my heart
He build 'em up agin.
Use gwine ter Alabany
Fer ter see my nanny:
She went from ole Virginny,
An I'm her pickaninny:
She lives on de Tombigbee.
An / wish 1 had her wild me.
I'm a good big Niger,
But I won't git no bigger;
But I'd like ter see my nanny,
Who lives In Alabamy.
Wen soon be free.
Well soon be free!
Shoe de horse an shoe de mare
But let de little colt so bare
Well soon be free.
Well soon be free!
Oh, masSa take DAT bran-neW COAT an hang
1t on de wall,
Dat darby take dat coat an wear IN to dc
ball.
oh. don't you heah my true Tub sing-oh,
don't you heah 'em sigh?
Away down In Sunbury I'm bound ter lib
an die.
Oh, sister lite Dc lamp an do lamp lite de
road.
Oh. roll. Jordan, roIi
Oh, Mister Mackright, did ye heah what
Satan say?
Satan all me fun Of music an tell me not
ter pray.
Oh, roll. Jordan, rolli
Oh, your soul! oh. my souli I'm goin' ter de
churchyard
Ter lay dis body down:
Oh. my soul! oh, your soul! We're goin'
ter de churchyard
Ter lay dis Niger down.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Muirlnnd Willie.

O hearken and I will tell you how
Young Muirland Willie cam' here to WOO
Tho he could neither say nor do,
h truth I tell to you
But aye no cries whate'er oetidA
Maggie Use haze to be my BRIDE
With a fal da IA, fal lal da n h, fal laSj
da ra la.
On his gray yade a. he TX rfdA
WI dirk and pistol by his side.
He prick'd her on wi meik1e pride
WI meikle mirth and CLEO,
Out Ger yon moss. out DER ycn muir.
Till he cam to her daddie's door.
With a fal da ra, eto.
Gudeman, quoth he. be ye withiAH
I'm come your dochter's love to win,
I carena for making meikle din,
What answer gle ye me?
Now, wooer. quoth he,would - light down
I'll gle ye my dochter's love to win,
With a fal da IA, eto-
Now, wooer, sin - are lighted down
Where do We won. or in what townf
I think my dochter Wilma gloom
On sic a lad as ye.
The wooer he stepp'd up the HOUSE..
And wow but he was wondrouS GROUSE
With q fal da RI. etc.
The maid put on her kirtis brown,
She was tho brawest in q the town,
I wat on him she didna gloom.
But blinkit bonnilia.
The lover he stended up IN hASts.
And gript her hard about the waist, /
With q fa1 ia IA, eto
Tho maiden bfush'd and bing'd ~ Law,
She hadna will to say him na,
But to her daddie she left 1t q.
As they twa could agree.
The lover gi'ed her the tither kiss.
Syne ran to her daddie, and telld him this
With Q fal da "a, etc.
Tho bridal day It came to pass,
WI mony a blithesome lad and lasas
But siccan q day there never wa,
Sio mirth was never seen.
This wtnsome couple straiked hands,
Mess John ty'd up the marriage bands
With Q fal la "a, etc.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

goodness. sec what education Is. yer Hon
or! Shure. a poor ignorant creature like
meself wouldn't know q horses shoe from
q Mares"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

An nishman was asked IL his horse was
timid. Not at ALL" said he: 'he frequently
spends the night by himself in a dark sta
ble."
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Letting Ont the D.rkne...

Letting Out the O~arlkness.
A gentleman seeing an Irishman removing
an embankment from a dwelling. inquired:
Patrick, what are you doing?"
IT am opening the cellar window. to DO
sure"
"And what are you doing that forT
"May 1t plaise your Honor" said Patrick,
''to let out the dark"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
Irish Exacfness.

Mike: "An' what are 70 diggin' out that
hole for, Patr'
Pat: "Arrah! an It's not the hole I'm dig
GIN out! I'm diggin' the dirt and lawn the
hole!'
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
A Tight Pair of Boots.

An Irishman who had blistered his fingers
by endeavoring to draw on a pair Of boots
exclaimed: az shall never get them on at
all Until I wear them q day or two"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

A Mans . Man for A That.
Is there for honest poverty,
THAI hangs his head, and a. that?
The coward slave. we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a thati
For a that. and a that,
Our tolls obscure, and q. that's
The rank IL but h guinea's stamp,
The mans the gowd for a. that.
What though on namely fare We dine
Wear hoddin grey, and a that;
Gle fools their silks and knaves their
A mans q man for a. that. -
Fol q that, and a. that, "a
Their tinsel show. and a that; 81
The honest a though Ger sas poor, &
Is king o. men for a. that
Ye see yon birkie, cad q lord, 4
Wha struts and stares and = that; {
Though hundreds worship at hin word
He's but a coof for a that
For a. that. and a. that,
His riband. star. and a. thaty
The man OF independent mind
He looks and laughs at q that
A king Ear make Q beltsd knight,
A marquis. duke. and q that;
But an honest mans aboon his miGnA,
Guild faith! he maunna Il that
For a that. and a. that,
Their dignitfes and a. that1
The pith o. sense n pride q Wuesh
Are higher ranks than q that
Then let AZ pray that come Il ~
As come It will. for a. that,
That aonoo onA -nrfh 49, ~ ~ a~p4b
May bear the gree. and .; that
For a. that, and a that,
It's coming yet, for q thst,
That ma to man the w1rr o'sr,
shan huthsrs b for a that.
o whistle. and I'm come 70 ysu. ~ la:
o whistle. n I'll come to you. my I'D:
Tho father and mither and Q: should ne
mad.
Q whistle. ana IN ssns - zos. ~ -.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

! What Pat Did When the Well Fell in.
An IriShman took a contract to dig a well.
When he had dug about twenty-five feet
down he came one morning and found it
had fallen in and that it was filled nearly
to the top.
Pat looked cautiously around and saw
that no person was near. then took off his
hat and coat and hung them on a windlass.
crawled into some bushes and awaited
events.
In a short time the ne,ghtors discovered
that the well had fallen in. and, seeing
Pats hat and coat on the windlass, they
| supposed that he was at the bottom Of the
excavation.
Only a few hours of brisk digging cleared
the loose earth from the well. Just as the
| excavators had reached the bottom and
were wondering where the body was. Pat
came out Of the bushes and good-naturedly
thanked the disgers for relieving him OF a
sorry job. Some OF the tired diggers were
disguised. but the Joke was too good to
| allow Of anything more than a laugh. which
followed promptly.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
M%easurinE Another's Corn BY His Own
nnaHAl

N~ear-Sighted Old Gentleman: Can you
tell me what inscription is on that board
ever there?"
Irish Rustic: ''Sure Orm in the same boat,
sorr! 1t was moighty little schoolin' VI
had whin OF wus a bhoy. mesilf. sorr!"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
B,day and the Policeman.

Tho following dialogue actually took place
In Covent Garden between n new police
man and an Irish basketwoman:
Irishwoman: Pray, poleeshman, what's
tho rason of your wearing that white thing
round one of your wrists"
Policeman: "Why, woman. that IS to show
that we are on duty"
Irishwoman: "och. by the powers! I
thought It was because we didn't know yer
right hand from yer left"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
INC Irish Lo.e end short ef h.

The Irish Long and short Of II.
An Irishman wished to have . note dis
counted about Christmas. The bank Of
flcers objected to the long time It had run.
Tho Irishman said: ''But then you don't
consider how short tho days are { this
time Of the year"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

Paddy's Patience Under Dif1culties.
Some years ago, in one of the Western
States Of America, an Englishman, an
Irishman and a Scotchman were found
guilty OF murder and sentenced to death.
but were allowed to decide the manner OF
death themselves. The Scotchman prompt
ly chose to be hanged on an ash tree; the
Englishman chose an oak: but Pat said:
'If you PLACE. your Honor, I'd rather be
hung on a gooseberry BUSH"
That's not big enough said the Judge.
"Begorra, thin." said Pat. Frightening up,
"'Ofu wait till it grows"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

In politics II thou wouldst mix, \
And mean thy fortunes be-:
Bear this in mind.-be deaf and blind,
Let great folks hear and zee.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
A Doubting Day.

Walking along a street one day. Patrick
and his wife Nora passed by a window
where a handsome silk dress was exposed to
view.
"Ah, Patrick" said Nora, ''do ye remem-
Der ye said I was to have the silk dhriss
when ye had the money to buy it,"
Di I say that, NoraT'
''Indade ye did, Patrick. An ye have the
money in yer pocket to buy me the dhriss
the day."
That I have. Nora: but I don't buy you
the dhrisa"
IAN why not, shure7"
TITS bist, Nora, that I kape the money IN
me pocket for the day whin We haven't
rot it"
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

Floored, for Once In His Life.
Curran once met his match in a pert. jol-
ly, keen-eyed son of Erin, who was up as .
witness in a case Of dispute in the matter
of a horse deal. Curran much desired to
break down the credibility Of this witness
and thought to do It by making the man
contradict himself-by tangling him up in q
network Of adroitly framed questions-but
to no avail.
The 'ostler was . companion to Sam Wei
Ter. His good common sense and his equa-
nimity and good nature were not to be over
turned. By and by Curran, In a towering
wrath, belched forth. a. not another coun-
sci would lave dared to do in the presence
Of the Court:
"sirrah. you are incorrigible! The truth
is not to be got from you. for 1t Is not in
you. 1 see the villain in your facet"
'Faith, yer Honor" said the witness.
with the utmost simplicity Of truth and
honesty. my face must be moity clane and
shinin' indade. II it can reflect like that"
For once in his life the great barrister
was loored by q simple witness. He could
not recover from that repartee. and the
case went against him.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

Pat's Description Of b PfisonA1.
Magistrates: Describe the man whom you
saw assaulting the complainant"
Policeman: He vas q little, insignificant
looking cratur. about you size. your wor-
ship
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28

The old Lady ana the Railway Porter.
Porter" asked an old lady Of an Irish
porter. when does the . o'clock train
leave?"
sixty minutes past Z. num-" was Mixes
reply.
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Gloomy winters Moo Ava.

Gloomy winters Moo Ava.
Gloomy winters moo ava.
Saft the westlin' breezes blaw
'Mank the birks O. Stanley shaw
The mavis sings flu cheerie, o.
Sweet the crawflower's early bell,
Decks Glenifer's dewy dell.
Bloomin' like thy bonni sell,
My young, my artless dear1e, O.
Come. my lassie. let Us stray
Ger Glenkilloch's sunny brae.
Blithely spend the gowden day.
Midst joys that never weary. Q.
Tow'ring DER the Newton woods,
Lav'focks fan the snaw-white clouds
Siller saughs, wi downy buds.
Adorn the banks sac briery, O.
Round the sylvan fairy hooks.
Feath'ry breckans fringe the locks.
Meath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheerie. o.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom and verdure spring.
Joy to me they Gamma bring.
Unless wi thee. my dearie. o.
Owre the Muir Amans the Heather.
Comm thro the cra1gS o hyle,
Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather,
There I met q bonnie lassie.
Keepin' a. her ewes thegither.
Owre the muir among the heather.
Owre the muir among the heather.
There I met q bonnie lassie,
Keepin' O. her owes thegither.
Says I my dear, where 10 thy hame
In muir, or dale, pray tell me whetherf
Eays she, I tent thae feecy focks
That feed amang the blooming heathsC.
Owre the muir, etc.
We sat US down upon a bank.
Sac warm and sunny was the weather.;
She left her nocks at large to rove
Amang the bonnie blooming heather.
Owre the muir, etc.
She charmed my heart. and aye sinsyns
I couldna think on ony ither;
BY sea and SKY! she shall be mine
The bonnie lass amang the heather.
Owre the muir, etc.
The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-28
owre the Muir Am.nx the Heather.

Comm thro' the craigs o. Kyle.
Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather.
There I met q bonnie lassie.
Keepin' a. her ewes thegithef.