TUNE

TO CHLORIS.

"Mu lodging is on the old ground."

Mr Chloris, mark how green the groves
The primrose-banks, how fair!
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flaxen hair.

The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings;

For nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
To shepherds as to kings.

Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string
In lordly lighted ha';

The shepherd stops his simple reed,
Blithe, in the birken shaw.

The princely revel may survey
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
Beneath the milk-white thorn?

The shepherd, in the flowery glen,
In shepherd's phrase will woo;

The courtier tells a finer tale,
But is his heart as true?

These wild-wood flowers, I've pu'd, to deck
That spotless breast o' thine;

The courtier's gems may witness love
But 'tis na love like mine.

LASSIE WI' THE LINTWHITE LOCKS

TUNE-"Rothemurche's Fant."

CHORUS.

LASSIE wi' the lintwhite locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?

Now nature cleeds the flowery lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee
O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,

And say thou'lt be my dearie O0:
Lassie, &c.

And when the welcome simmer showe
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bowe
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
Lassie, &c.

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's hameward way;
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray
And talk o' love, my dearie, O.
Lassie, &c.

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,

I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O
Lassie, &c.

CHLORIS.

O BONIE was yon rosy brier,

That blooms sae far frae haunts o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how dear! It shaded frae the e'enin' sun.

Yon rose-buds in the morning dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
But purer was the lover's vow

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,
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine;
And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn,
Its joys and griefs alike resign.

THE ROSE-BUD.

A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.

Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.

Within the bush, her covert nest,
A little linnet fondly prest;
The dew sat chilly on her breast
Sae early in the morning.

She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.

So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.

So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shall beauteous blaze upon the day,

And bless the parent's evening ray

That watch'd thy early morning.

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.

CHORUS.

BONIE lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go to the birks of Aberfeldy?

Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonie lassie, &c.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blithely sing,

Or lightly flit, on wanton wing,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonie lassie, &c.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant, spreading shaws,
The birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonie lassie, &c.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs, While o'er the linns the burnie pours, And, rising, weets, wi' misty show'rs, The birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonie lassie, &c.

Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee,

In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonie lassie, &c