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Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume II, Issue 117, 26 May 1871, Page 7

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THE LUCKY YOCITG LAD 0' THE "WESTHIELAN BREED." * Air—"The Laird o' Cockpen-" Come, Hielanders, hark, and I'll sing ye a screed, In praise o' a hero—a hero indeed — A Hielandertrue frae his heel to his heid— The lucky young lad o' the "West Hieland breed." The red deer is grand in his beauty and speed, And grand in their strength are the lion and steed, , But grander than a' is the lad wha can lead A princess and bride to the " West Hieland breed." The Germans may brag they can fecht and can read, But brag as they like, they're' a profitless seed — We've boucht them in droves, and hae niair than we need— They're naething ava to the " West Highland breed." I'll never alloo it was ever decreed We should ever be taxed German lairdies to feed, — We're daft for sic craters our pockets to bleed, When we hae 'mang oursels the pure " West Hieland breed." They tell us, forsooth, that it savora o' greed, Scotch lads for their wives to gang south o' the Tweed— Wha cares what they tell us sae lang's we succeed In cro3sin' sic stock wi' the "West Hieland breed." Then sound hill and glen wi' the pibroch and horn — Rejoice that amang the auld hills ye were born, To see a real Princess come north to adorn The hills o' Argyll wi' the Marquis o' Lome ! * The famous West Highland cattle.

THE SEASONS. 1

SPRING. Spring am I, too soft of heart Much to speak >ere I depart; Ask the summer tide to prove The abundance of my love. SUMMER. Summer- looked for long am I, Much shall change, or ere I die ; Prithee, take it not Though I weary thee with bless, AUTUMN. Laden Autumn, here I stand, "Worn of heart and weak of hand ; Say the word that sets me free ; Nought but rest seems good to me. WINTER. Ah ! shall Winter mend 3'mir case ? Set your teeth the wind to face ; Beat the snow, tread down the frost! All is gained when all is lost. LINES Taken from a hymn-book, which a young lady incautiously left behind her in a church : I look in vain—he doas not come ; Dear, dear, what shall I do ! I can not listen as I ought Unless he listens to. He might have come as well as not; What plagues these fellows are ; I'll bet he's fast asleep at home, Or smoking a.cigar ! MERCENARY. " Clara, I love but thee alone," Thus sighed the tender youth ; ♦'Ohhear me, then, my passion own With trembling lips, in earnest tone, Indeed I speak the truth." He paused—the blush o' erspread her cheek bhe let him draw her near ; Scarce for emotion could she speak, Yet still she asked, in accents meek, " How much have you a-year ?' UNUSUAL. • While hewing ewes Hugh lost his ewe, And put in the "Hue and Cry-" To name its face's dusky hues Was all the effort he could use. Hugh brought the ewe back by and bye, And only begged the hewer's ewer, Your hand to wash in water pure, . Lest nice-noised ladies, not a few, Should cry on cooling near you, " Ugh !" 1 FUNNY. One of the latest popular comic songs has the unusual feature of f unniness of idea. The chorus runs thus : I saw Esau kissing Kate, And the fact is we all three saw; For I saw Esau, he saw me, And she saw I saw Esau. HEROICS ON HIGH TREASON. Who grudges the Princess Louise's dower ? Convey that shabby caitiff to the Tower.