Bring down to me my bigonet, My bishop's sattin gown, For I maun tell the bailie's wife, That Colin's come to town. My Turkey slippers I'll put on, My stockins pearl blue It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Sae true his heart, sae smooth his tongue; His breath's like caller air; His very fit has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought: In troth, I'm like to greet. _ANONYMOUS_ THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill, And o'er the moor and valley; Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, Since parting with my Sally. I seek no more the fine or gay, For each does but remind me How swift the hours did pass away, With the girl I've left behind me. Oh, ne'er shall I forget the night The stars were bright above me, And gently lent their silv'ry light When first she vowed to love me. But now I'm bound to Brighton camp Kind Heaven, then, pray guide me, And send me safely back again To the girl I've left behind me. My mind her form shall still retain, In sleeping, or in waking, Until I see my love again, For whom my heart is breaking. If ever I return that way, And she should not decline me, I evermore will live and stay With the girl I've left behind me. _SIR DAVID DALRYMPLE_ EDWARD! EDWARD! 'WHY does your brand so drop with blood? Edward! Edward! Why does your brand so drop with blood? And why so sad go ye, O?' 'O! I have killed my hawk so good, Mother! Mother! O! I have killed my hawk so good, And I have no more but he, O!' 'Your hawk's blood was never so red, Edward! Edward! Your hawk's blood was never so red, My dear son, I tell thee, O!' 'O! I have killed my red roan steed, Mother! Mother! O! I have killed my red roan steed, That once was fair and free, O!' 'Your steed was old and ye have got more, Edward! Edward! Your steed was old and ye have got more,-- Some other dule you drie, O!' 'O! I have killed my father dear, Mother! Mother! O! I have killed my father dear, Alas, and woe is me, O!' 'And what penance will ye drie for that? Edward! Edward? And what penance will ye drie for that? My dear son, now tell me, O!' I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mother! Mother! I'll set my feet in yonder boat, And I'll fare over the sea, O!' 'And what will you do with your towers and your hall? Edward! Edward! And what will you do with your towers and your hall? They were so fair to see, O!' 'I'll let them stand till they down fall, Mother! Mother! I'll let them stand till they down fall, For here never more must I be, O!' 'And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife? Edward! Edward! And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife? When you go over the sea, O!' 'The world's room, let them beg through life, Mother! Mother! The world's room, let them beg through life, For them never more will I see, O!