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“ My father and mother now lie with the dead
"No, Menie tho' father and mother are gone,
" Then how canst thou seek on a far distant strand
"No more, my dear Menie-thy wish I obey,
Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer
For others weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh :
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word-Farewell !_Farewell!
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by,
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain,
Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we lov'd in vain
I only feel-Farewell !--Farewell !
WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD.
O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad,
But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
O whistle, &c.
At kirk or at market, when e'er ye meet me,
O whistle, fc.
Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
O whistle, fc.
Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, 0,
Where the rose, in all its pride,
Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonny lassie, O.
We will wander by the mill, bonny lassie, 0,
Where the glens rebound the call
of the lofty water-fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, 0, Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, 0, Where so oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, 0,
With the songsters in the grove,
We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonny lassie, O.
Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, O,
To the streamlet winding clear,
To the fragrant scented brier
For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonny lassie, 0, On thy lover at this hour, bonny lassie, 0,
Ere the golden orb of day
Wake the warblers from the spray,
And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie, O, Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonny lassie, 0,
Wilt thou, Ellen, when you hear
Of thy lover on his bier,