How lang an' dreary is the night, I do confess thou art sae fair, I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing, I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, It was the charming month of May, Jockey's ta’en the parting kiss, Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, My Chloris, mark how green the groves, My lady's gown, there's gairs upon’t, My wife's a winsome wee thing, Now spring has clad the grove in green, Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, Oh, bonnie was yon rosy brier, Oh, lay thy loof in mine, lass, Oh, were I on Parnassus' hill, Raving winds around her blowing, Sleep’st thou, or wak'st thou? The banks o' Doon, first version, The banks o’ Doon, second version, The farewell to the brethren of St. James's Lodge, . . 'Twas na her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin, Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary? INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Adieu ! a heart-warm fond adieu ! my bed were in yon muir, . I 20 159 17 56 119 |
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