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Southland Times, Issue 688, 26 June 1867, Page 3

SONG.

By John Gt. Smith.

O it's blithesome to sit at ane's am fireside, O it'a heaven to sit at ane's am fireside — To bask in the smile o* a bonnie young bride, Thelicht an' the joy o' ane's am fireside. Gae seek thro' auld Scotland, an' England, an [France, Gae wander thro' Spain the famed land o f [romance, Tell ne'er find a star i* the warl' fair and wide, Sac bricht as the e'e at ane's am fireside. 0 sweet is the gowan that glents on the lea, An' fair is the rose wi' the tear in its e'e, But sweeter an' fairer's the flower o' my pride, My Mary that blooms at my am fireside. The proud lo'e their grandeur, the richlo'e their [gold An' the glare o 1 this warl' charms the young an' [the old, Buthame has its beams that nae dark cluds can [hide, An' Mary's the sun o' my am fireside. 1 ha'e lo'ed thee, my Mary, ye kennahow weel, To thee I ha'e aye been true hearted an' leal, An' I vow to be loyal whatever betide To the Queen o' my heart, an' my am fireside. Quite Common Now.— The latest style of bonnet has turned up at Richmond, Indiana. It is described as consisting of two straws tied together with a blue ribbon on the top of the head, and red tassels suspended at each of the four ends of the straws. Price, nineteen dollars. Not so Great a Fool as he Seems.— A gentleman met a half-witted lad on the road, and placing in one of his hands a sixpence and a penny, and asked him which of the two he would choose. The lad replied he would not be greedy, he would take the smallest. — American Paper.