Loch Lomond.-Concluded.

never meet a-gain, On the bon- nie, bon - nie banks o' Loch Lo-mond.

wine; The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask
be; But thou there- on didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to

a drink di- vine;

me,

Far
And

o'er the mount-ain, Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eyes' day-light beam-ing, Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not, re

For thine ab

sent lover sigh?

splen-dor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Wea- ry looks, yet ten - der, lênt-ing,

In thy heart con- sent - ing