He roos'd my een sae bonnie blue,
He roos'd my waist sae genty sma';
An' aye my heart came to my mou,
When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockey toils upon the plain,

Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw; 10 And o'er the lea I look fu' fain

When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'.

An' aye the night comes round again,
When in his arms he takes me a';

An' aye he vows he'll be my ain

As lang's he has a breath to draw.

JOCKEY'S TA'EN THE PARTING KISS.

JOCKEY's ta'en the parting kiss,

O'er the mountains he is 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 feathery snaw,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain !

When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome ee,
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 the same.

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O WHA IS SHE THAT LO'ES ME?

O WHA is she that lo'es me,
And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that lo'es me,
As dews o' simmer weeping,
In tears the rose-buds steeping.

O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;

O that's the queen o' womankind.
And ne'er a ane to peer her.

If thou shalt meet a lassie,

In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,

Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming;

If thou hadst heard her talking,
And thy attentions plighted,
That ilka body talking,

But her by thee is slighted,
And thou art all delighted;

If thou hast met this fair one;
When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other fair one,

But her, thou hast deserted,
And thou art broken-hearted;

O that's the lassie, &c.

BLITHE HAE I BEEN ON YON HILL.

BLITHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew o'er me:
Now nae langer sport and play,
Mirth or sang can please me;

Lesley is sae fair and coy,

Care and anguish seize me.

Heavy, heavy is the task,

Hopeless love declaring:
Trembling, I dow nocht but glowr,
Sighing, dumb, despairing!

If she winna ease the thraws
In my bosom swelling,
Underneath the grass green sod
Soon maun be my dwelling.

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O WERE MY LOVE YON LILAC FAIR.

O WERE my love yon lilac fair,

Wi' purple blossoms to the spring; And I, a bird to shelter there,

When wearied on my little wing;

How I wad mourn, when it was torn
By autumn wild, and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing,
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.

O gin my love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel' a drap o' dew,

Into her bonnie breast to fa'!

Oh, there beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light.

COME, LET ME TAKE THEE.

COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder ;

And I shall spurn as vilest dust

The warld's wealth and grandeur :

And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone

That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
Than sic a moment's pleasure :
And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

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WHERE ARE THE JOYS.

WHERE are the joys I hae met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early sang?
Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,
At evening the wild woods amang?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flow'rets so fair:
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly winter is near?

No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known:
All that has caus'd this wreck in my bosom,
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Nor hope dare a comfort bestow :

Come, then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.

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O SAW YE MY DEAR.

O SAW ye my dear, my Phely?
O saw ye my dear, my Phely?

She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love,
She winna come hame to her Willy.

What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot,
And for ever disowns thee, her Willy.

O had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely!
O had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely!

As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair,
Thou 'st broken the heart o' thy Willy.

THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE.

THOU hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever;
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever.

Aften hast thou vow'd that death
Only should us sever;

Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-
I maun see thee never, Jamie,
I'll see thee never!

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,
Thou hast me forsaken;
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,
Thou hast me forsaken.
Thou canst love anither jo,

While my heart is breaking;
Soon my weary een I'll close-
Never mair to waken, Jamie,
Ne'er mair to waken!

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