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Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
O whistle, &c.
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, O, Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, O, 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, 0.
Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, 0,
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 bartle's roar, bonny lassie, 0, Wilt thou, Ellen, when you
hear Of thy lover on his bier, To his mem'ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.
THE BLAITHRIE O'T.
Original set of the words.
O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand,
I'll not sing about confusion, delusion, or pride,
Tho' my lassie has nae scarlets or silks to put on,
Tho' we hae neither horses nor menzie at command,
If we ha'e ony babies we will count them as lent,
I'U not meddle wi' th' affairs o' the kirk or the queen,
THE SMOKE FROM YON COTTAGE.
The smoke from yon cottage no longer is rising,
For night in her mantle the world has shrouded; Some calmly are sleeping, some fondly devising
New schemes to gild over the hopes that are clouded.
The moon thro' the blue sky in splendour is sailing,
The stars in the noon of their brightness are glowing, But these, tho' so lovely, ah ! how unavailing
To soothe the lone heart that's with sorrow o'erflowing,
When love still remains where sweet hope is a stranger,
The present how bitter-the future how lonely! Yet this tho' I feel I ne'er pause at the danger,
But bid my heart beat, Love! for thee, and thee only.
Soon the red clouds of morn in the east will be blushing,
And thousands will hail the long-wish’d-for to-morrow, But transient my joy, as the cheek's hectic flushing,
That bids us to hope but to add to our sorrow.
THE GLOAMIN FRAE THE WELKIN HIGH.
The gloamin frae the welkin high,
Had chas'd the bonny gowden beam ;
Hung heavy owre the tinted stream:
Was set wi' draps o' shining dew
That glow'd in Betty's e'e sae blae !