I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place; She's bonie, blooming, straight and tall, The kind love that's in her e'e. A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, It may escape the courtly sparks, CONSTANCY. TUNE- "My love is lost to me." O, WERE I on Parnassus' hill! To sing how dear I love thee. But Nith maun be my Muse's well, And write how dear I love thee. Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my ay! I could na sing, I could na say I see thee danc ng o'er the green, By night, by day, a-field, at hame, I only live to love thee. Though I were doom'd to wander on, PEGGY'S CHARMS. TUNE-"N. Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny." WHERE braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms, Astonish'd, doubly marks its beam, With art's most polish'd blaze. Blest be the wild sequester'd shade, The tyrant Death, with grim control, May seize my fleeting breath; JESSY. TUNE- "Here's a health to them that's awa, ḥiney." CHORUS. HERE'S a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers ineet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy! Altho' thou maun never be mine, Altho' even hope is denied ; "Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy! Here's &c. I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day, As hopeless I muse on thy charms; But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, I guess by the dear angel smile, I guess by the love-rolling e'e; But why urge the tender confession, 'Gainst fortune's fell, cruel decree - Jessy! Here's &c. THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE I GAED a waefu' gate, yestreen, She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd, To her twa een sae bonie blue. WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? WILT thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasure of my soul, And that's the love I bear thee! |