SONG XXXVII. I GAED A WAEFU' GATE, &c. AIR. THE BLATHRIE O'T. I. I GAED a waefu' gate, yestreen, II. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd, She charm'd my soul I wist na how; And ay the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her e'en sae bonnie blue. But spare to speak, and spare to speed; To her twa e'en sae bonnie blue *. *The heroine of this song was Miss J. of Lochmaban. This lady, now Mrs R., after residing some time in Liverpool, is settled with her husband in New-York, North America. SONG XXXVIII. THE THAMES FLOWS PROUDLY, &c. AIR.-ROBIE DONNA GORACH. I. THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, But sweeter flows the Nith, to me, Where Cummins ance had high command: When shall I see that honor'd land, That winding stream I love so dear! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand II. How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where spreading hawthorns gayly bloom; How sweetly wind thy sloping dales Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! Tho' wandering, now, must be my doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes, May there my latest hours consume, Amang the friends of early days! |