CARE! thou canker of our joys!
Now thy tyrant reign is o'er!
Fill the merry bowl, my boys!
Join in bacchanalian roar!
Seize the villain! plunge him in!
See, the hated miscreant dies!
Mirth and all thy Train, come in!
Banish Sorrow! Tears! and Sighs!
O'er the flowing midnight bowls,
O, how happy shall we be!
Day was made for vulgar souls;
Night, my boys! for you and me!
FAIR Lady! leave parade and show!
O, leave thy courtly guise a while!
For thee, the vernal breezes blow;
And groves and flowery valleys smile!
For no conceited selfish pride
Corrupts thy taste for rural joy;
Nor can thy gentle heart abide
The taunting lip, or scornful eye!
Nor Scorn, nor Envy, harbour here!
Nor Discord, nor profane desires!
No Flattery shall offend thine ear,
For love our faithful Song inspires!
When smiling Morn ariseth gay,
Gilding the dewdrops on the lawn, Our flocks on flowery uplands stray, Our Songs salute the rosy Dawn.
When Noon-tide scorcheth all the hills,
And all the flowers and herbage fade;
We seek the cool refreshing rills
That warble through the greenwood glade :
But when the lucid star of Eve
Shines in the western sky serene,
The Swains and Shepherdesses weave
Fantastic measures on the Green.
O, Lady! change thy splendid State!
With us, a Shepherdess abide!
Contentment dwells not with the Great;
But flies from Avarice and Pride!
The groves invite thee, and our Vale!
Where every fragrant bud that blows,
And every stream, and every gale,
Will yield thee pastime and repose!
WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE?
'WHAT ails this heart o' mine?
What ails this watery ee?
What gars me a' turn cauld as death,
When I take leave o' thee?
When thou art far awa,
Thou'lt dearer grow to me ;
But change o' place and change o' folk
May gar thy fancy jee!
'When I gae out at een,
Or walk at morning air,
Ilk rustling bush will seem to say,
"I us'd to meet thee there!"
Then I'll sit down and cry,
And live aneath the tree;
And when a leaf fa's i' my lap,
I'll ca' 't a word from thee!
'I'll hie me to the bower
That thou wi' roses tied;
And where, wi' mony a blushing bud,
I strove mysell to hide!
I'll doat on ilka spot,
Where I hae been wi' thee;
And ca' to mind some kindly word,
By ilka burn and tree!
'Wi' sic thoughts i' my mind;
Time through the world may gae,
And find my heart, in twenty years,
The same as 'tis to-day!
'Tis thoughts that bind the soul;
And keep friends i' the ee!
And gin I think, I see thee aye;
What can part thee and me?'
I'VE GOTTEN A ROCK! I'VE GOTTEN A REEL!
I've gotten a rock! I've gotten a reel!
I've gotten a wee bit Spinning Wheel!
An' by the whirling rim, I've found
How the weary, weary, Warl goes round!
'Tis roun! an' roun! the spokes they go;
Now ane is up, an' ane is low!
'Tis by ups and downs in FORTUNE'S Wheel,
That mony ane gets a rock to reel!
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