The rising sun, owre Galston muirs, Wi' glorious light was glintin; The hares were hirplin down the furs, The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu' sweet that day.

Here farmers gash, in ridin graith, Gaed hoddin by their cotters; There swankies young, in braw braid-claith, Are springin owre the gutters.

'Twad be owre lang a tale to tell How monie stories passed, An' how they crouded to the yill, When they were a' dismissed; How drink gaed round, in cogs an' caups, Amang the furms an' benches, An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps, Was dealt about in lunches An' dawds that day.

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

A BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, Lest neebours might say I was saucy: My wooer he capered as he'd been in drink, And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vowed I was his dear lassie! I spiered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, Gin she had recovered her hearin, And how her new shoon fit her auld shachled feet

Owr, owre, ower, over.

Ay, and yet you'll see a beggar wretch, clad in tanterwallopsrags is owre guid a wordcoming to Logie door, and looking as if she had the right to demand meal from me, merely because she has two at her feet and one in her arms.

"AN OWRE TRUE TALE.

The morn is grey, and green the brae, the wind is frae the wast Before the gale the snaw-white clouds are drivin' light and fast; The airly sun is glintin' forth, owre hill, and dell, and plain, And Coquet's streams are glitterin', as they run frae muir to main.

but the cushat's wing, where'er I list to flee, And wi' a wish, might wend my way owre hill, and dale, and lea. 'Tis there

Noo that the battle is owre an' done, What will ye dae wi' the hours ye've won?" "What will I dae wi' them?

In one of the chambers of the tower is the following sentence, carved on the frieze of the wainscot:"In the yeire of owre Ld.

And here is the stanza signed with her name: "'Maxwelton's banks are bonnie, They're a' clad owre wi' dew, Where I an' Annie Laurie Made up the bargain true.

" A LEGEND OF MARYLAND "AN OWRE TRUE TALE.

Alfred Owre, dentistry's militant educator.

SEE Gilbert, Richard V. WILSON, NETTA W. Alfred Owre, dentistry's militant educator.

Robert E. McNicoll & J. Riis Owre, editors.

Edited by Robert E. McNicoll & J. Riis Owre.

SEE Gilbert, Richard V. WILSON, NETTA W. Alfred Owre, dentistry's militant educator.

Robert E. McNicoll & J. Riis Owre, editors.

Edited by Robert E. McNicoll & J. Riis Owre.