12 Caldeelee. 



Clink a clank, clink a clank, 

 Working withaat a thank, 



May be awr fortune, i£ soa niver mind it, 

 Striving to do awr best, 

 We shall be reight at last. 



If we lack comfort now, then we shall find it. 



(^MtvUt. 



J. H. 



The light wind bloweth, a silvery gleam 

 Comes on the leaves o' the willow tree ; 



Oh ! why fleeth the boy so fast 

 On the boimy banks o' Calderlee. 



• Mother, oh ! leave your babe and come 

 Down to the edge o' the lowland lea, 

 For Effie she sleeps, so cold and white. 

 Mid the bonny lilies o' Calderlee. 



There in her death-wan beauty lay 



Effie the child so fair to see, 

 Cradle(i upon the sedges dank. 



And rocked by the waters o' Calderlee. 



There in her death-cold beauty lay 



Effie the child so sweet to see. 

 And the tresses o' gold of her bonny hair 



Lay on the waters o' Calderlee. 



The little bird sang his roundelay 

 Mid the deep green o' the alder tree. 



But the mother she heard not the wee bird's song, 

 As she wept on the banks o' Calderlee. 



The lily lifted its snoAv-ivhite cup 



'Bove the waters under the willow tree, 



The mother she saw but the lily that lay 

 Dead mid the lilies o' Calderlee. 



The wee bird sings on the alder bough. 



Spring-tide and summer merrily, 

 But the voice of Effie no more is hoard 



On the bonny banks o' Calderlee. 



J. F. 



