The guests in due order arrived; and good-humour and hilarity shed their social charms. The harp and the bagpipe were alternately played during dinner. The cloth being removed, the song and the tale passed round. One of the Annandale clan sung the following song:—
the lass of yarrow.
O! the lovely lass of Yarrow,
Nane is like the lass of Yarrow;
The sedge grows green by Gala's stream;
Her name I'll carve upon the willow.
I've roam'd the sunny braes of Ayr,
Hae ranged the bonnie banks of Doon;
Beheld the winsome lassies there,