Or canst thou break that heart of his, CXLIX BONNIE LESLEY saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; The Powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass R. Burns CL O my Luve's like a red, red rose And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. R. Burns CLI HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks and braes and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, As underneath their fragrant shade Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace But, O! fell Death's untimely frost, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And closed for aye the sparkling glance CLII R. Burns AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving a croun he had naething else beside : He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the seaAnd auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd 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; My father urgit sair : my mother didna speak ; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea; I hadna been a wife a week but only four, O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; Lady A. Lindsay CLIII DUNCAN GRAY Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Maggie coost her head fu' high, Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleert and blin', Time and chance are but a tide, How it comes let doctors tell, And O, her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace; R. Burns CLIV THE SAILOR'S WIFE And are ye sure the news is true? Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay, And see him come ashore. For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; |