Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter, Sooner the sun in his motion would falter. ADDRESS TO THE WOOD-LARK. O STAY, Sweet warbling wood-lark, stay, Again, again that tender part, Say, was thy little mate unkind, Thou tells o' never-ending care; HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS. TUNE JOHN ANDERSON MY JO.' How cruel are the parents Meanwhile the hapless daughter The ravening hawk pursuing, She trusts the ruthless falconer, MARK YONDER POMP. TUNE-DEIL TAK THE WARS.' MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion, What are the noisy pleasures? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: May draw the wond'ring gaze, And courtly grandeur bright The fancy may delight, But never, never can come near the heart. But did you see my dearest Chloris, In simplicity's array; Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is, O then, the heart alarming, And all resistless charming, In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul! Ambition would disown The world's imperial crown ; Even Avarice would deny His worshipp'd deity, And feel thro' every vein love's raptures roll. I SEE A FORM, I SEE A FACE. TUNE-THIS IS NO MY AIN HOUSE.' O THIS is no my ain lassie, I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place : She's bonie, blooming, straight, and tall, A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, It may escape the courtly sparks, O BONIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER. TUNE-'I WISH MY LOVE WAS IN A MIRE.' O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae fair frae haunt o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how dear! It shaded frae the e'enin sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, They witness'd in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose, how sweet and fair! But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o' care. The pathless wild, and wimpling burn, FORLORN, MY LOVE. TUNE-LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.' FORLORN, my love, no comfort near, CHORUS. O wert thou, love, but near me, How kindly thou wouldst cheer me, Around me scowls a wintry sky, Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part, But dreary tho' the moments fleet, |