"O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on?" "O yon are the hills o' heaven," he said "Where you will never won." "O what'n a mountain's yon," she said, "Sae dreary wi' frost an' snow?" "O yon is the mountain o' hell," he cried, "Where you and I maun go!" And aye when she turn'd her round about, Aye taller he seemed for to be; Until that the tops o' that gallant ship Nae taller were than he. He strack the tapmast wi' his hand, The foremast wi' his knee; And he brak that gallant ship in twain, And sank her i' the sea. * * * * * RIDDLES WISELY EXPOUNDED. There was a knicht riding frae the east, _Jennifer gentle an' rosemaree_. Who had been wooing at monie a place, _As the dew flies ower the mulberry tree_. He cam' unto a widow's door, And speird whare her three dochters were. The auldest ane's to a washing gane, The second's to a baking gane. The youngest ane's to a wedding gane, And it will be nicht or she be hame. He sat him doun upon a stane, Till thir three lasses cam' tripping hame. The auldest ane she let him in, And pin'd the door wi' a siller pin. The second ane she made his bed, And laid saft pillows unto his head. The youngest ane was bauld and bricht, And she tarried for words wi' this unco knicht.