That on this earth there dwells not one
So blest as I." *
* Can the gifted author of these lines and of their music
not be prevailed on to give them and others to the world, as
well as to her friends?
Then taking down Chambers's Scottish Songs, he read aloud:—
"O, I'm wat, wat,
O, I'm wat and weary;
Yet fain wad I rise and rin,
If I thocht I would meet my dearie.
Aye wankin', O!
Wankin' aye, and weary;