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Lassie, say thou lo'es me;
Or if thou wilt na be my ain,
If it winna, canna be,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Lassic, let me quickly die,
SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE.
She's fair and fause that causes my smart,
I lo'ed her mickle and lang;
And I may e'en gae hang.
Sae let the bonnie lass gang.
Whae'èr ye be that woman love,
To this be never blind,
A woman has't by kind :
I mean an angel mind,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the
glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming for
bear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green
braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream,
The smiling spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly winter grimly flies ;
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies ;
ing, The ey’ning gilds the ocean's swell ; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell.
The flow'ry spring leads sunny summer,
And yellow autumn presses near, Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
'Till smiling spring again appear. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old time and nature their changes tell, But never ranging, still unchanging,
I adore my bonnie Bell.
THE GALLANT WEAVER.
Where Cart rins rowin to the sea,
He is a gallant weaver,
Oh I had wooers aught or nine,
And I gied it to the weaver.
My daddie sign'd my tocher-band
And give it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in Jeafy bowers ;
I'll love my gallant weaver".
LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE.
Louis, what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean :
In some editions sailor is substituted for merver.
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,
I reign in Jeanie's bosom.
» Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast enthrone me: Kings and nations, swith awa!
Reif randies, I disown ye!
FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.
My heart is sair, I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody;
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey! for somebody!
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
O, sweetly smile on somebody! Frae ilka danger keep him free, And send me safe my somebody.
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey! for somebody! I wad do-what wad I not, For the sake o' somebody!
THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see ;
And ay, the saut tear blinds her e'e :
A waefu' day it was to me;
My father dear and brethren three.
Their winding sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman's e'e !
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.
MOTHER'S LAMENT FOR THE DEATH
OF HER SON.
Tune" Finlayston House."
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart:
Life can to me impart.
In dust dishonour'd laid :
My age's future shade.
The mother linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young ;
Lament the live-day long.
Now, fond, 1 bare my breast,
With him I love at rest!
O MAY, THY MORN.
O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet,
As the mirk night o' December; For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber :