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Than a' the pride that loads the tide,

And crosses o'er the sultry line,

Than kingly robes, and crowns and globes,
Heaven gave me more,-it made thee mine.

While day and night can bring delight,

Or Nature aught of pleasure give,— While joys above my mind can move, For thee, and thee alone, I live. When that grim foe of life below

Comes in between to make us part, The iron hand that breaks our band,

It breaks my bliss,-it breaks my heart.

Robert Burns [1759-1796]

MY BONNIE MARY

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,

And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go,

A service to my bonnie lassic.

The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,

Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,

The ship rides by the Berwick-law,

And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready;

The shouts o' war are heard afar,

The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's no the roar o' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; Nor shout o' war that's heard afarIt's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary! Robert Burns [1759-1796]

A RED, RED ROSE
O, MY luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O, my luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune,

I Love My Jean

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only luve!
And fare-thee-weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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Robert Burns [1759-1796]

I LOVE MY JEAN

OF a' the airts the wind can blaw
I dearly like the west,

For there the bonnie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best:

There's wild woods grow, and rivers row,

And monie a hill between;

But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,

I see her sweet and fair:

I hear her in the tunefu' birds,

I hear her charm the air:

There's not a bonnie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o' my Jean.

O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft
Amang the leafy trees;

Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale
Bring hame the laden bees;

And bring the lassie back to me

That's aye sae neat and clean; Ae smile o' her wad banish care, Sae charming is my Jean.

What sighs and vows amang the knowes

Hae passed atween us twa!

How fond to meet, how wae to part

That night she gaed awa!

The Powers aboon can only ken

To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me

As my sweet lovely Jean!

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The first two stanzas by Robert Burns [1759-1796] The last two by John Hamilton [1761-1814]

THE ROVER'S ADIEU

From "Rokeby "

A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!

To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.

A light some eye, a soldier's mien,

A feather of the blue,

A doublet of the Lincoln green

No more of me ye knew,
My Love!

No more of me ye knew.

"This morn is merry June, I trow,

The rose is budding fain;

But she shall bloom in winter snow
Ere we two meet again."

-He turned his charger as he spake

Upon the river shore,

He gave the bridle-reins a shake,

Said "Adieu for evermore,

My Love!

And adieu for evermore."

Walter Scott [1771-1832]

"Loudoun's Bonnie Woods and Braes' 949

"LOUDOUN'S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES" "LOUDOUN'S bonnie woods and braes,

I maun lea' them a', lassie;
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
Wad gi'e Britons law, lassie?
Wha wad shun the field o' danger?
Wha frae fame wad live a stranger?
Now when freedom bids avenge her,
Wha wad shun her ca', lassie?
Loudoun's bonnie woods and braes
Hae seen our happy bridal days,
And gentle Hope shall soothe thy waes
When I am far awa', lassie."

"Hark! the swelling bugle sings,
Yielding joy to thee, laddie,
But the dolefu' bugle brings

Waefu' thoughts to me, laddie.
Lanely I maun climb the mountain,
Lanely stray beside the fountain,
Still the weary moments countin',
Far frae love and thee, laddie.
O'er the gory fields of war,

When Vengeance drives his crimson car,

Thou'lt maybe fa', frae me afar,

And nane to close thy e'e, laddie.”

"O! resume thy wonted smile!

O! suppress thy fears, lassie!
Glorious honor crowns the toil

That the soldier shares, lassie;
Heaven will shield thy faithful lover
Till the vengeful strife is over;
Then we'll meet nae mair to sever;';

Till the day we dee, lassie.

'Midst our bonnie woods and braes

We'll spend our peaceful, happy days,

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As blithe's yon lightsome lamb that plays

On Loudoun's flowery lea, lassie.” ·

Robert Tannahill [1774-1810]

"FARE THEE WELL"

FARE thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never

'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again:

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.

Though the world for this commend thee,-
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe:

Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:

Still thine own its life retaineth;

Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is that we no more may meet.

These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow

Wake us from a widowed bed.

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