Ahoon my breath ! dauma speak, For fear ! rise your waukrife daddy'; Cauld's the blast upon my cheek; Orise, rise my bonny lady. Tell me, &c. I?he op't.the door., she let t?im, ' He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie; �.' 'Blaw your warsts,ye ragu and win', Since Ma?gie, now I'?t in aside ye.' COMIN' THRO' THE RYE. lJ' ? bod? meet a body comin' through the rye: If & body kiss a body, need a body cry? Ev*ry lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'o I; Yet a' the lads they su?ile at me, When comin' through the rye. Amang the Irain there is a swain. ?jl dearly lo'e mysel'; tit where's his hame, or what*e his name, I dinna care to tell. If a body meet a body eo--u?* frae the town, If & body greet a body, need & body frown? Ev'ry lassie has'her laddie, Na?e, ?hey say, ha'e I; ' Yet a' the lads they smile ? me, Whex/eomin' through the .rye. . Amang the train there is a swam I dearly 1o'e?myset'; But where's his hame, o r what's his name, I dinna care,to tell?. ROB ROY MACGREGOR. T?vz--" Duse,s C,,'?(?" X%a?o? now the bold ou?, �. Rob ?y Ma?r, Ol
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