4? SCOTCH SONGS, Th?nk of (?h?.Alpine with fear end with Lennox a.ud Leven-glen Shake when the? hear agen, �* Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, he.* ieroe!' Row, Vassals, row, Tot the pride of the Itighlands! Stretch to your oars, for the ever-green Pine! O! that the rose-bud that graces yon islands, Were wreathed in a'garland around him to twine! O that ?ome seeding-gem, Worthy such noble stem, Honor'd end bless'd in their shadow might grow*. Loud should Clan-Alpine tl?en Ring from her deepmost gle?, �Roderig'h Vich Alpine dhu, ho t. ieroe!o THE ROSE OF A?IJ.ANDAI? T?z mo.rn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the When Mary left her Highland cot, And wander'd forth with me; Though flowers deck'd the mountain's And fragrance fill'd tim vale, By far the sweetest/lower there Was t!? Rose of AJlandele. ?Vhere'er I wander'd, egst or west, Though fate hegar? to leers A solace still was she to me In sorrow's lonely hour: When tempests lash'd our gallant bark And rent her shiv'ring sails One maiden form withetoed the .storm--- 'Twas the l??,sm of Allandale. And when my fe?9r'd ? were parch'd, On Afdo's burning mind,
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