My Lady's gown, there's gairs upon't. 161 Awa', thou flaunting god o' day! Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray, MY LADY'S GOWN, THERE'S GAIRS TUNE-"Gregg's pipes." My lady's gown, there's gairs upon 't, My lord a-hunting he is gane, But hounds or hawks wi' him are nane, My lady's white, my lady's red, Out owre yon muir, out owre yon moss, Sae sweetly move her gentle limbs, My lady's dink, my lady's drest, TO MARY. TUNE-"Could aught of song.' COULD aught of song declare my pains, They who but feign a wounded heart, May teach the lyre to languish ; But what avails the pride of art When wastes the soul with anguish? Oh, lay thy loof in mine, Lass. OH, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS. TUNE-"Cordwainer's march." OH, lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, A slave to love's unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae; Unless thou be my ain. There's mony a lass has broke my rest, Oh, lay thy loof in mine, lass, 163 And swear on thy white hand, lass, ANNA, THY CHARMS. TUNE-"Bonnie Mary." ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely fair, GLOOMY DECEMBER. TUNE-"Wandering Willie." ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair. Cassillis' Banks. Fond lovers' parting is sweet painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, 165 Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown, Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, Since my last hope and last comfort is gone. Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December, Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow an' care; For sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair. CASSILLIS' BANKS. TUNE "I ha'e laid a herrin' in saut." Now banks an' braes are claith'd in green, The birdies flit on wanton wing. M |