Behold the Hour

TUNE-" Oran Gaoil."

BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive!

Thou goest, thou darling of my heart: Sever'd from thee can I survive?

But Fate has will'd, and we must part!

I'll often greet this surging swell;

Yon distant isle will often hail:

"E'en here I took the last farewell; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."

Along the solitary shore,

While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar,

I'll westward turn my wistful eye.

'Happy, thou Indian grove," I'll say, "Where now my Nancy's path may be! While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray, O tell me, does she muse on me?"

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie

TUNE-"Fee him, father."

HOU hast left me ever, Jamie,

THOU

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!

Where are the Joys

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!

Where are the Joys

TUNE-"Saw ye my Father."

What danc'd to the lark's early sang?

HERE are the joys I have met in the morning,

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.

D

Deluded Swain

TUNE-" The Collier's Dochter."

ELUDED swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure,

Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.

The billows on the ocean,
The breezes idly roaming,
The clouds' uncertain motion,—
They are but types of woman.

O! art thou not ashamed
To doat upon a feature?
If man thou wouldst be named,
Despise the silly creature.

Go, find an honest fellow;

Good claret set before thee:

Hold on till thou art mellow,
And then to bed in glory!

TH

Thine am I

TUNE-"The Quaker's Wife."

HINE am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;

Ev'ry pulse along my veins,

Ev'ry roving fancy.

To thy bosom lay my heart,

There to throb and languish : Tho' despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish.

My Spouse, Nancy

Take away these rosy lips,

Rich with balmy treasure!
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure!
What is life when wanting Love?
Night without a morning!
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.

My Spouse, Nancy

"H

TUNE-"My Jo, Janet."

USBAND, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;

Tho' I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir."

"One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man or woman, say,
My spouse, Nancy?"

"If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sov'reign lord,
And so good-bye allegiance!”

"Sad will I be, so bereft,

Nancy, Nancy!

Yet I'll try to make a shift,

My spouse, Nancy."

"My poor heart then break it must,

My last hour I'm near it:

When you lay me in the dust,

Think, think how you will bear it."

"I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy."

"Well, sir, from the silent dead
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you."

"I'll wed another, like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;

Then all Hell will fly for fear,
My spouse, Nancy."

Wilt thou be my Dearie ?

A NEW SCOTS SONG

TUNE-" The Sutor's Dochter."

LT thou be my dearie?

WILT

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,

Wilt thou let me cheer thee?
By the treasure of my soul,
That's the love I bear thee!
I swear and vow that only thou
Shalt ever be my dearie-
Only thou, I swear and vow,

Shalt ever be my dearie!

Lassie, say thou lo'es me;
Or if thou wilt na be my ain,

Say na thou'lt refuse me:

If it winna, canna be