SONG V. The MUSIC, and WORDS, composed by Mrs. Pownall

Where gently flows sweet winding Tay, The valleys glad'ning with its stream, O'er every copse and every brae, I moan, and JEMMY is my theme. He left my Cot last Whitsun eve, And vow'd he'd soon be back again, But ah! poor MARY he'll deceive, I ne'er shall see the Lad again. Bonny Jemmy, &c.

The Lasses all when I complain, With scornful taunt, my mis'ries shun, But Oh! had they beheld my Swain, Too sure, like me they'd been undone, Then do no blame an artless Maid, But pray ye ne'er my Jemmy kin; Or hear those vows my heart betray'd, To sigh for Jemmy of the Glen. Bonny Jemmy.

If Fame he seek mid'st hostile strife, Or gayly gang fair Glasgow's pride, Some fatal ball may end his life, Or City Dame become his Bride. Or if on Tay's green banks he tread, Some Lordling's Child his heart may win, And far from me my Shepherd wed, I ne'er shall see my Lad again. Bonny Jemmy, &c.