POORTITH CAULD. TUNE "I had a Horse.” O POORTITH Cauld, and restless love, CHORUS. O why should Fate sic pleasure have This warld's wealth, when I think on It's pride and a' the lave o't; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave o't. Her een sae bonie blue betray O wha can prudence think upon, O wha can prudence think upon, O why, &c. How best the humble cotter's fate' He woos his simple dearie; O why, &c. CLARINDA. CLARINDA, mistress of my soul The measur'd time is run! To what dark cave of frozen night We part-but by these precious drops No other light shall guide my steps She, the fair sun of all her sex, ISABELLA. TUNE-"M' Grigor of Rero's Lament." Isabella stray'd, deploring “Farewell, hours that late did measure "O'er the past too fondly wand'ring, WANDERING WILLIE. HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e; Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to nature, my Willie to me! Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes; row gently, ye billows, And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. But oh! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nanie, Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring main! May I never see it, may I never trow it, But. dying, believe that my Willie's my ain! THE PARTING KISS. JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw, When the shades of evening creep He will think on ner he loves, MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying Heav'n, in warm devotion, For his weal, where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow Yielding late to Nature's law; Whisp'ring spirits, round my pillow Talk of him that's far awa. Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle night! do thou befriend me Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa 34* |