Though rich is the breeze in their gay sunny valleys, And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave, Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace, What are they? -the haunt of the tyrant and slave! The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains, The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain ; He wanders as free as the winds of his moun tains, Save Love's willing fetters the chains o' his Jean! "TWAS NA HER BONNY BLUE E'E WAS MY RUIN. TUNE- Laddie, lie near me. 'Twas na her bonny blue e'e was my ruin; Fair though she be, that was ne'er my undo ing: 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' stolen kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, sever, Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever! Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, est; And thou'rt the angel that never can alter; HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS! ALTERED FROM AN OLD ENGLISH SONG. TUNE- John Anderson, my Jo. How cruel are the parents Meanwhile, the hapless daughter Has but a choice of strife ; To shun a tyrant father's hate, The ravening hawk pursuing, She trusts the ruthless falconer, May, 1795. MARK YONDER POMP OF COSTLY FASHION. TUNE- Deil tak the Wars. MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion What are the noisy pleasures? The gay gaudy glare of vanity and art: The polished jewel's blaze May draw the wondering gaze, And courtly grandeur bright The fancy may delight, But never, never can come near the heart. But did you see my dearest Chloris, Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is, Oh then, the heart alarming, And all resistless charming, In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul! Ambition would disown The world's imperial crown, Even Avarice would deny His worshipped deity, And feel through every vein Love's raptures roll. May, 1795. FORLORN, MY LOVE, NO COMFORT NEAR. TUNE-Let me in this ae Night. FORLORN, my love, no comfort near, CHORUS. Oh, wert thou, love, but near me, How kindly thou wouldst cheer me, Around me scowls a wintry sky, Cold, altered Friendship's cruel part, And say that fate is mine, love. |