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POORTITH CAULD.

TUNE "I had a Horse.”

O POORTITH Cauld, and restless love,
To wreck my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
An' twere na for my Jeany.

CHORUS.

O why should Fate sic pleasure have
Life's dearest bands untwining?
Or why sae sweet a flower as Love,
Depend on Fortune's shining?

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.
O why, &c.

Her een sae bonie blue betray
How she repays my passion;
But prudence is her o'erword ay,
She talks of rank and fashion.
O why &c.

O wha can prudence think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?

O wha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love as I am?

O why, &c.

How best the humble cotter's fate'

He woos his simple dearie;
The sillie bogles, wealth and state,
Can never make them eerie.

O why, &c.

CLARINDA.

CLARINDA, mistress of my soul

The measur'd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole,
So marks his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie?
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy.

We part-but by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes!

No other light shall guide my steps
Till thy bright beams arise.

She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimm'ring planet fix
My worship to its ray?

ISABELLA.

TUNE-"M' Grigor of Rero's Lament."
RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing-
By a river hoarsely roaring,

Isabella stray'd, deploring

“Farewell, hours that late did measure
Sunshine days of joy and pleasure;
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
Cheerless night, that knows no morrow!

"O'er the past too fondly wand'ring,
On the hopeless future pond'ring;
Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,
Fell despair my fancy seizes.
Life, thou soul of ev'ry blessing,
Load to mis'ry most distressing,
O, how gladly I'd resign thee,
And to dark oblivion join thee!"

WANDERING WILLIE.

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud away hame;

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,
O'er the mountains he has gane;
And with him is a' my bliss:
Nought but griefs with me remain.

Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feath'ry snaw,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain !

When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blithe his wauk'ning be

He will think on ner he loves,
Fondly he'll repeat her name;
For where'er he distant roves,
-Jockey's heart is still at hame.

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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,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night! do thou befriend me

Downy sleep, the curtain draw;

Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa 34*

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