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Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
No love but thine my heart shall know.
SLEEP'ST THOU, OR WAK'ST THOU?
TUNE-"De'il tak’ the wars.”
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature ?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Waters wi' the tears o' joy:
And by the reeking floods,
The lintwhite in his bower
Ascends wi’ sangs o' joy,
Phoebus, gilding the brow o' morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Such to me my lovely maid.
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou ?
With starless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky;
But when in beauty's light
Her beaming glories dart,
STAY, MY CHARMER.
TUNE-“An gille dubh ciar-dhubh.”
know how much you griève me;
By my love, so ill requited,
Do not, do not leave me so!
JOCKEY’S TA’EN THE PARTING KISS.
TUNE-"Bonnie lassie, tak' a man.
JOCKEY 's ta'en the parting kiss,
O’er the mountains he is gane;
Nought but griefs with me remain.
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Drifting o'er the frozen plain!
Gane is the Day.
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e, Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blithe his waukening be! He will think on her he loves,
Fondly he 'll repeat her name; For where'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at hame.
GANE IS THE DAY.
TUNE—“Gudewife, count the lawin.”
[“The chorus of this song is old.”--Burns.]
GANE is the day, an' mirk's the night,
Then, gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin;
An' bring a coggie mair.
There's wealth an' ease for gentlemen,
My coggie is a haly pool,
[This is an old Highland air, and the title means “My love did deceive me.
e.” There is much feeling expressed in this song.]
As I was a-wand'ring ae midsimmer e'enin',
Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again.
Weel, since he has left me, my pleasure gae wi'
I couldna get sleeping till dawin' for greetin',
The tears trickled down like the hail an' the rain: Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken,
For, oh! love forsaken 's a tormenting pain.