O, WAT YE WHA'S IN THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. YON TOWN? TUNE-THE BONIE LASS IN YON TOWN.' O, WAT ye wha's in yon town, Now haply down yon gay green shaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e! How blest, ye birds that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year, And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Lucy dear! The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. Without my love, not a' the charms O' Paradise could yield me joy; But gie me Lucy in my arms, And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. My cave wad be a lover's bower, Tho' raging winter rent the air; O sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon; If angry fate is sworn my foe, For while life's dearest blood is warm, Ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart, And she -as fairest in her form, She has the truest, kindest heart. TUNE- THE DEUKS DANG O'ER MY DADDY.' NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, CHORUS. Within the glen sae bushy, O, Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, But fickle fortune frowns on me, Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, My faithful Highland lassie, O. For her I'll dare the billow's roar, Within the glen, &c. She has my heart, she has my hand, Fareweel the glen sae bushy, O! JOCKEY'S TA'EN THE UP IN THE MORNING PARTING KISS. JOCKEY'S ta'en the parting kiss, Nought but griefs with me remain. Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw, Drifting o'er the frozen plain! When the shades of evening creep O'er the day's fair, gladsome ee, Sound and safely may he sleep, Sweetly blithe his waukening be! He will think on her he loves, BONIE ANN. YE gallants bright, I red you right, Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Her een night, EARLY. CHORUS. Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. CAULD blaws the wind frae east to The drift is driving sairly; The birds sit chittering in the thorn, I'm sure it's winter fairly. MY BONIE MARY. Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, sae bright, like stars by The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith; Her skin is like the swan; Sae jimpy lac'd her genty waist, That sweetly ye might span. Youth, grace, and love, attendant move, In a' their charms, and conquering arms, They wait on bonie Ann. Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the The ship rides by the Berwick-law, The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The shouts o' war are heard afar, The captive bands may chain the But it's no the roar o' sea or shore hands, But love enslaves the man: Ye gallants braw, I red you a', Beware o' bonie Ann. Wad mak me langer wish tarry ; Nor shout o' war that's heard afar, It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary. to MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. TUNE NEIL GOW'S LAMENT.' THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity, His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw; For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin; There's Meg wi' the mailin, that fain wad a haen him, - But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'. I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS WERE SPRINGING. I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were | Such was my life's deceitful morning, springing Gaily in the sunny beam ; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By a falling, crystal stream: Trees with aged arms were warring, Such the pleasures I enjoy'd; But lang or noon, loud tempests storming A' my flowery bliss destroy'd. Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me, She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill; Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me, I bear a heart shall support me still. |