She dreary sits 'tween naked wa's, QUEEN MARY'S LAMENT. BURNS. Now nature hangs her mantle green And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams, And glads the azure skies; But nought can glad the weary wicht, That fast in durance lies. Now blooms the lily by the bank, Now laverocks wake the merry morn, Aloft on dewy wing, The merle, in his noontide bower, The mavis, mild wi' mony a note, In love and freedom they rejoice, The meanest hind in fair Scotland I was the Queen o' bonnie France, And I'm the sovereign of Scotland, But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword, The weeping blood in woman's breast, Nor the balm that draps on wounds of woe, My son! my son! may kinder stars And may those pleasures gild thy reign, God keep thee frae thy mother's faes, And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend, Oh, soon to me may summer suns And in the narrow house o' death And the next flowers that deck the spring DINNA THINK, BONNIE LASSIE. TUNE-The Smith's a gallant fireman. O DINNA think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ; ; Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie ; Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie ; Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie ; O stay this night wi' your love, and dinna gang and leave me. It's but a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie ; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; Whene'er the sun gaes west the loch, I'll come again and see thee. Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me; Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me; When a' the lave are sound asleep, I am dull and eerie; And a' the lee-lang night I'm sad, wi' thinking on my dearie. O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Whene'er the sun gaes out o' sight, I'll come again and see thee. Waves are rising o'er the sea; winds blaw loud and fear me; Waves are rising o'er the sea; winds blaw loud and fear me. While the winds and waves do roar, I am wae and drearie, And gin ye loe me as ye say, ye winna gang and leave me. O never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; E'en let the world gang as it will, I'll stay at hame and cheer thee. Frae his hand he coost his stick; I winna gang and leave thee e; Threw his plaid into the neuk; never can I grieve thee; Drew his boots, and flang them by; cried, My lass, be cheerie ; I'll kiss the tear frae aff thy cheek, and never leave my dearie. BONNIE MARY HAY. CRAWFORD. BONNIE Mary Hay, I will loe thee yet; O, bonnie Mary Hay, will ye gang wi' me, O, bonnie Mary Hay, it is haliday to me, There's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky, O, bonnie Mary Hay, thou mauna say me nay, TUNE-Good morning to your night-cap. BEHAVE yoursell before folk, As kiss me sae before folk. From an amusing series of Scottish traditionary stories, entitled "Tales of my Grandmother," 1825. |