An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune! bagpipes

Come, join the melancholious croon

O' Robin's reed;

His heart will never get aboon! rejoice

His Mailie's dead!

How long he continued to mourn for Ellison Begbie, it is hard to say; but the three following songs, inspired, it would seem, by three different girls, testify at once to his power of recuperation and the rapid maturing of his talent. All seem to have been written between the date of his return from Irvine and the death of his father.

MARY MORISON

O Mary, at thy window be,

It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!

Those smiles and glances let me see,