Untie these bands from off my hands, And there's no a man in all Scotland I've lived a life of sturt and strife; I die by treacherie: It burns my heart I must depart, Now farewell light-thou sunshine bright May coward shame disdain his name, THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT. THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear through the vale; The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, While the lingering moments are numbered by care? No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared could it merit their malice, His right are these hills and his right are these valleys, But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn, BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; And follow my love through the water. Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow, Sae bonny blue her een, my dearie; Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou', The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie. O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae, O'er yon moss amang the heather, I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee, Down amang the broom, my dearie, That cost her mony a blirt and bleary. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. But the heavens denied success. Farewell, fleeting, fickle treasure, 'Tween Misfortune and Folly shared! Farewell, Peace, and farewell, Pleasure! Farewell, flattering man's regard! Ruin's wheel has driven o'er me; STAY, MY CHARMER. STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Well you know how much you grieve me! By my love so ill requited; MY HOGGIE. WHAT will I do gin my hoggie die? The lee-lang night we watched the fauld, We heard nought but the roaring linn But the houlet cried frae the castle wa' When day did daw, and cocks did craw, An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke, HER DADDIE FORBAD. HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; She wadna trow't the browst she brewed The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf, UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. Up in the morning's no for me, When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, I'm sure it's winter fairly. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, And lang's the night frae e'en to morn THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. The snaw the mountains cover; Since my young Highland Rover HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER. HEY, the dusty miller, And his dusty coat; |