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The happy hero see,
All his joys surrounding him,
O white foaming Rhaider, by thy roaring fall,
gave it all blushing and fragrant to me:
O dear is that blossom, tho' faded, to me,
This token of passion, so tender and true,
Then why should my youth feel the blight of despair,
Then Rhaider, hoarse dashing, with clamourous joy,
O THOU HAST SEEN THE LILY FAIR.
AIR-I saw thy form.
O thou hast seen the lily fair
All bath'd in morning dew,
Just opening to the view, Mary,
The lily bath'd in morning dew,
The rose so fair to see,
Are not more fair than thee, Mary,
But soon before time's withering blast,
The rose and lily fade,
Outlive its darkening shade, Mary.
Yet there is that within thy breast
Will ruthless time defy,
Will flourish in yon sky, Mary.
THE WIDOW'S WAIL.
Now clos'd for aýe thy coal-black een,
That fondly gaz'd on me,-0 Willy,
I aye was fain to see my Willy.
Last night, across the Clyde-dear Willy, This morn a stiffen'd corse brought hame,
Alake, 'tis hard to bide— O Willy.
The owlet hooted sair yestreen,
And thrice the soot it fell-dear Willy, The tyke cam' late, and howl'd aloud,
It seem'd the dying knell o' Willy. Deep were the snaws, keen were my waess
The bairns oft cried for thee,--their Willy, I trembling said, he'll soon be here,
The wee things ne'er clos'd e'e, Willy.
And when I saw the thick sleet fa',
A bleezing fire I made for Willy, Then watch'd, and watch'd as it
dark, And I grew mair. afraid for Willy. I thought I heard the pony's foot,
And ran thy voice to hear, ah, Willy, The wind blew hollow, but nae sound
My sinking heart did cheer- O Willy.
The clock struck ane,--the clock struck twa,
The clock struck three and four- no Willy, I thought I heard the pony's foot,
And flew to ope the door to Willy; The pony neigh'd—but thou wert lost,
I sank upon the snaw, for Willy, Thy wraith appear'd e’en where I lay,
And whisper'd thou wert drown'd-O Willy
The moon was up, in vain I sought
The stiffen'd corse o' thine, lost Willy, 'Twill soon, soon mingle wi' the dust,
And near it sae will mine-O Willy. Gae dry your tears, my bairnies five,
Gae dry your tears o' sorrow, dearies, Your father's cares are at an end,
And sae will mine ere morrow, dearies,