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Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere ;
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
MARY, at thy window be,
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!
Yestreen when to the trembling string
Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
BONNIE LESLEY O SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border ? She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever ;
And ne'er made sic anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The deil he could na scaith thee,
He'd look into thy bonnie face,
And say “I canna wrang thee !'
The Powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
That ill they 'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie !
That 's newly sprung in June : O my Luve 's like the melodie
That 's sweetly play'd in tune.
So deep in luve am I:
Till a' the seas gang dry :
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve !
And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Y the castle o' Montgomery,
E banks and braes and streams around
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
And there the langest tarry ;
O’my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu' tender;
We tore oursels asunder;
That nipt my flower sae early !
That wraps my Highland Mary !
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly !
That dwelt on me sae kindly ;
And mouldering now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
AULD ROBIN GRAY
HEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;
He hadna been awa’ a week but only twa,
awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea — And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me.
My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ; I toild day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintain’d them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back ;