THE 
 
 HIGHLAND PIPER'S 
 ADVICE. 
 
 to drinkers. to tvhick are added 
 
 Home, stoeet siveet home Wallace's Lament. 
 
 Cornel and Flora. Here is the gle7i. 
 
 Oh hey Johny lad, and Charlie is nvj 
 DARLING. 
 
 AIRDKIE. 
 
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The jpipci s advice* 
 
 Now my pra^ ponni« lads I wuV ju«t tell you what^ 
 whene'er that you'l toon by the 8toup-nhi$ky si'*« 
 
 In hearty goot freenikips, your vfhisles pe* wnt, 
 jast tuek the goot trams but vo fill yourself fou 
 
 Far oich ! pe' sin fu* pe shame fu* An* 
 to fill yoursels fu' as pe baud pa the wa\ 
 
 Or toon in the tirty hole gutters pe fa\ 
 
 ^ in* wallow the mire iik« the nruikle plack saw. 
 
 Sh«'S asire gin you juist tak the troubles pe look, 
 
 the place Fm forgot in the pra* bible pueV, 
 Fe tell you that you ta' iv'i trapies I'iocht tuek, 
 
 for goot o* ta* pody no fill yoursell f^^ 
 Tou raocht tuekit ae' glass you mocht tueku tws^ 
 
 yon mocht tuekit sax for pe help him awa' 
 But oich dinna tuek him to gar yoursela fa*, 
 
 for that wad play tama an^ hollnations wi' you 
 
 The whiskys pe goot when ta^ pclly pe sor^, 
 ne^c©t when ©hone lieelanman traws'uraielayaort^ 
 For t'cn he'l perform ta' great wonders gslyorei 
 
 Sae lang as ta' dirk or ta' cketn stood tru^, 
 P« goot for i& peoples in all s^i t o' station, 
 
 if they wjl pe use her in clue poderation, \ 
 But when they'll pe puse her wi* toxification, 
 
 far petter pe fuichi wi* ta* nsuekle plack teil. 
 
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 The mhinkjB pread joy an' ta' whiskys pread w<>«, 
 the whiskys pc fre en* an' ta' whiskys pe foe. 
 
 Ad' iliust as you'll treat him he'll shust use you §0^ 
 hiaa goods an* hims nerils ehust pend upon you. 
 
 An* now my pra' Lnds thia goot ?ice I nill gi«, 
 whene'er that you'll meet wi' the shone parley pre«\ 
 
 Shu«t tuek your goot glass's ane twa nor thre«^ 
 put oich tuckit caff no p% piper bitch 
 
 HOME5 SWEET HOMEe 
 Sea lo mnsic by Bishop t 
 Mid pleMures, and palaces^ tho' we may roam, 
 Be it ever so humble thera's no place like home, 
 A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there^ 
 Which^ seek through the world, is ne'er met 
 with elsewhere. 
 
 Home, home, sweety sweet home. 
 There's no place like ham»^ — theri^'s no place 
 like home, 
 
 exile from homcj- splendour dazzles in vain^ 
 O give me my lowly thatch'd cottage Egain; 
 The birds singing gaily that came at my call. 
 Give me them, with thy peace of mi^d, dearer 
 
 than all. 
 
 Home, homo, sweet, sweet home, 
 There's no place like home — there's no placa 
 like home. 
 
4. 
 
 Wallace's L/iMENT. 
 
 Tune. — Maids of Aroditn^ 
 11)011 dark-winding Carron once pleas - 
 ipig to see, ( ure again; 
 
 To me thou canst never give pleas- 
 J^rly brave Caledonians lie low on the lee 
 And thy streams are deep-ting'd with 
 the blood of the slaitu 
 
 Ahi base-hearted treach'ry has doom'd 
 oar un -doings ( can j do ! 
 
 My poor bleeding country what more 
 E'en Yalour looks pale o'er the red field 
 of ruin, ( ors laid low. 
 
 And freedom beholds her best warri- 
 Farewell, ye dear partners of peril, fare- 
 well; ( bloody grave, 
 Though burried ye lie in one wide 
 Your deeds shall ennoble the place 
 
 where you fell, 
 And vour names be enroled with the 
 sons of thd brave ! 
 
 But I, a poor outcast, in exile niu.^t 
 wander. ( die ? 
 
 Perhaps like a traitor ignobly must 
 
 On thy wrongSj O ! my country, in- 
 dignant I ponder; 
 
 Ala ! woe to the hour when thy Wallace- 
 must fly ! 
 
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 CONNER AND FLORA. 
 Set to Muiic 67 SmUh. 
 Dark lowers tlie nioht o^er the wide 
 
 stormy maiio ( P-g&i'^ 
 
 Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful 
 Aias 1 inor»5 returns to revisit the sfeore, 
 But Connel returns to his Fiora no more 
 
 For see on yon mountain the dark cluud 
 of death, (the heath, 
 
 O'or Ccnnel's lone cottage lies low on 
 While iiloody inul pale, on a far distant 
 shore, 
 
 Ila lies, to return to bis Flora no more. 
 
 Ye light fleeting spirits that glide o'er 
 von steep, { wide deep 1 
 
 O would you but waft me acroes the 
 
 There fearless i'd mix in the battle's 
 loud roar— ( '^•"'^ye. 
 
 i'd die with my tonnel and leave him 
 
 Here is tr.e glen. 
 
 Here is the glen, and here the howix, 
 AU underneath the birchen shade; 
 The village bell had tol'd the hour, 
 O -Ahiit can stay my lovley maid 1 
 
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 Tis not Maria's whispering call: 
 
 'Tis but ihe balmy breatliing gale, 
 Mixt with some warbler's dyiucr fall 
 The dewy star of eve to hail. 
 
 It is Maria's voice I hear, 
 So calls the wood-lark in the grove, 
 His little faithfull mate to cheer, 
 At oncG 'tis umsic — and 'tis love- 
 
 And art thou come, ar^d art thou true? 
 
 welcome dear to love and me; 
 And let us all our vows renew, 
 Along the flowery banks of CreOo 
 
 Och hey, Johncy iad. 
 
 Oeh hey Jonny lad! 
 
 Ye- er no sae kind-s ye soud, has' been; 
 
 Och hey, Johnny lad ! 
 
 Ye didna keep your t^ yst yestreen; 
 
 1 waited lang beside the wood, 
 Sae wae an- weary a.my lane; 
 Och hey, Johnny lad ! 
 
 It was a waefu nght yestreen. 
 
 I looked by the whinny knowe, 
 1 looked by the firs sae green 
 
1 looked o' er the spunkie howe. 
 An, ay 1 thought ye wad ha been, 
 The iie-er a supper crost my crai^, 
 The ne-er a sleep hh clos-t my een, 
 Och hey, Johnny ]ad ! 
 Ye' re no sae kind's ye soud hae been. 
 
 Gin ye war waitin by the wood, 
 Its I was waitin by the thorn; 
 I thought it was the place we set, 
 An, waited maist till dawning mom 
 But be au vext, my bonnie lass, 
 Let my waitiug stan.for thine; 
 We^llawa to Birkton shaw, 
 And seek the joys we tint yestreen/' 
 
 March to tl)e Battle field, 
 
 March to the battle field, 
 The foe is now before us; 
 
 Each heart is fredom's shield; 
 And lieaven is smiling o.er us 
 
 The woes and painSg the galling chains, 
 Which kept our spirits nnder, 
 
 In proud disdain we,ve broke again^ 
 And tore each link asunder' 
 March to the battle field, Sec 
 
 Who for his country brave, 
 Would fly from her invader? 
 
Wlio, bis base life to save^ 
 
 Would Iraitor^iikdegrade iier? 
 
 our hallowed cause, our home and iaws^ 
 
 •Gainst tyrant power sustaining, 
 We*ll gain a ci ov.n of bright renown. 
 
 Or. die our riglits maintciining, 
 March to the baUie fieid^.&c. 
 
 Charlh h my Darlbg. 
 
 Charlie is my darling, 
 
 niy darlingj my darling, 
 O, Charlie is niy darling, 
 the vouno- Chevalier* 
 'Twas on a nionday morning, 
 
 right early in the year, 
 Wlien Charlie came to our town, 
 
 the Youncr Chevalier. 
 As he cnm:3 marching up the street 
 
 tbe pipes phiy'd loud aad clear; 
 And a* the folk came running out 
 to meet the Chevalier. 
 
 O, Charlie is my darling, &c. 
 \Vi' Highland bonnets on their heads, 
 
 and clavmores briojht and clar; 
 They came to fight for Soolland's right, 
 
 and the young Chevalier. 
 Thev've left their bonny Highland hill, 
 
 their wives and bairnies dear; 
 To draw the sword for Scotland's loi^* 
 the young Chevalier. 
 
 O; Charlie is my darling. &c*