DAINTY DAVIE. 175 CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock knowe, The crystal waters round us fa', The The scented breezes round us blaw, Meet me, &c. When purple morning starts the hare, Meet me, &c. When day, expiring in the west, And that's my ain dear Davie. Meet me, &c. HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS'. TUNE-John Anderson my jo. How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, 1 Altered from an old English song. Meanwhile the hapless daughter She trusts the ruthless falconer, TO MR. CUNNINGHAM. TUNE-The hopeless Lover. Now spring has clad the groves in green, The trout within yon wimpling burn My life was once that careless stream, But love, wi' unrelenting beam, Has scorch'd my fountain dry. 177 TO MR. CUNNINGHAM. The little flow'ret's peaceful lot, Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot, Nae ruder visit knows, Was mine; till love has o'er me past, The waken'd lav'rock warbling springs, O' witching love, in luckless hour, O, had my fate been Greenland snows, Wi' man and nature leagu'd my foes, The wretch whose doom is, hope nae mair,” What tongue his woes can tell! Within whose bosom, save despair, Nae kinder spirits dwell. WHY, WHY TELL THY LOVER. TUNE-The Caledonian Hunt's Delight. WHY, why tell thy lover, Bliss he never must enjoy? Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie? VOL. II. Q O, why, while fancy, raptur'd, slumbers, CLARINDA. CLARINDA, mistress of my soul, To what dark cave of frozen night We part-but, by these precious drops She, the fair sun of all her sex, THE GALLANT WEAVER. TUNE-The auld wife ayont the fire. WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea, He is a gallant weaver. CALEDONIA. Oh, I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band, 179 While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; CALEDONIA. TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's Delight. THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of northern deities sprung: your (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred the heroine grew; Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,— Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!' |