MARY MORISON. Tune-"Bide ye yet." O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, FAIR JENNY. Tune" Saw ye my father?" WHERE are the joys that I've met in the morning! No more a winding the course of yon river, Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys, No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses, Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Come then, enamor'd and fond of my anguish, ADDRESS, TO THE WOOD-LARK. Tune" Where'll bonie Ann lie." Or, "Loch Eroch-side." O STAY, Sweet warbling wood-lark stay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, Say, was thy little mate unkind, Thou tells o' never-ending care; FRAGMENT, IN WITHERSPOON'S COLLECTION OF SCOT'S SONGS. Air" Hughie Graham." O WERE my love yon lilac fair, When wearied on my little wing: How I wad mourn when it was torn "O gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa', Into her bonie breast to fa'! "O, there beyond expression blest, * These stanzas were prefixed by Burns. ADDRESS TO A LADY. Он, wert thou in the cauld blast, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there, Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown, Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. THE AULD MAN. BUT lately seen in gladsome green ́ The woods rejoice the day, Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay. |