_Who, going lame, had to be shot before he could be drawn from the mine._ Puir Geordie! ye are deid an' gane, An' free frae every ache an' pain; Frae tip o' tail tae glossy mane Ye were a beauty, An' when ye were upon this plane Ye did yer duty. Tae draw an' kep, tae turn an' back, An' lift a hutch when aff the track, Ye werena feart yer limbs tae wrack But strained wi' micht: A horse like ye for daein' wark Ne'er saw the licht. Shame! that a beast like ye sae fine Should e'er been pitten doon a mine, Awa' frae a' the gled sunshine. Ah! cruel fate, They thocht tae bring ye up again, Alas! owre late. When ye gaed lame an' couldna' draw, They killed ye wi' a rifle ba'; I couldna' stan' tae see ye fa', Sae turned tae rear Tae hide my grief an' wipe awa' The startin' tear. An' noo when in the grave ye lie I think on ye wi' mony a sigh; Owre milk that's spilt nae use tae cry, Say tak' yer rest, But this I ken, as low ye lie, Auld freens are best. THE BRIDE'S LAMENT. _Song._ _Tune, "Bonnie Light Horseman."_ REFRAIN. I had a true lover, he gaed to the war; 'Twas a lasting farewell; here I'll ne'er see him more. We were happy together on yon mountain side, Where we met and we parted; he made me his bride. REFRAIN. At Loos in the battle my lover fought well; Though wounded and bleeding, still fighting he fell. No more he will wander his own Highland glen, For my lover lies buried on fair Flanders' plain. REFRAIN When this wild war is over I will go to his grave, The salt tear to shed for my gallant and brave. Oh! bitter is my sorrow, and sadly I weep, And fain would I join in my lover's last sleep. REFRAIN. When God in His mercy shall call me above We shall meet and rejoice in His infinite love. AT DAVY'S GRAVE. The life of one we called our own Has ended here. Here lies his frame; his soul has flown To grander sphere, Where pain and suffering come no more, Where silver waves lap the golden shore, Where the music of the angelic choir Falls on the ear. His simple life showed noble parts From day to day: By love and trust, o'er all our hearts He gained the sway. Our love and care tenfold repaid By him, now "dear departed shade," Resigned to suffering, while he made His heavenward way. The circling lapwing's eerie cry O'er the wind-swept mound, And Afton sweetly singing by Doth requiem sound. We'll leave him here with Nature's wild, Fit resting-place for Nature's child, Whose life was pure and undefiled, In hallowed ground. SONGS. THE AULD SANGS. _Medley._ _Tune, "The Auld Hoose."_