SCOTCH SONG.

(For the Mirror.)

Gin Lubin shows the ring to me

While reavin' Teviot side,

And asks me wi' an earnest e'e,

To be his bonny bride.

At sic a time I canna tell

What I to him might say,

But as I lo'e the laddie well,

I cudna tell him nae.

I'd say we twa as yet are young,

Wi' monie a day to spare,

An' then the suit should drap my tongue

That he might press it mair.

I'd gae beside the point awhile,

Wi' proper laithfu' pride,

By lang to partin', wi' a smile,

Consent to be his bride.