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Nightly dreams and thoughts by day
Are with him that's far away.

On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away:
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day
Are ay with him that's far away.

When in summer's noon I faint,
As weary flocks around me pant,
Haply in this scorching sun
My sailor's thund'ring at his guns
Bullets, spare my only joy!
Bullets, spare my darling boy!
Fate do with me what you may,
Spare but him that's far away!

On the seas, &c.

At the starless midnight hour,
When winter rules with boundless power;
As the storms the forest tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can—I weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.

On the seas, &c.

Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And bid wild war his ravage end,
Man with brother man to meet,
And as a brother kindly greet:
Then may heaven with prosp'rous gales,
Fill my sailor's welcome sails,

To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away.

On the sea, &c.


Tune, Ca' the Yowes to the Knows.'

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whare the heather growes,
Ca' them whare the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie.

HARK, the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Clouden's woods amang :
Then a faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

We'll gae down by Clouden side,
Thro' the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves, that sweetly glide
To the moon sac clearly.

Ca' the, &c.

Yonder Clouden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ca' the, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou’rt to love and heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart ;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.


Tune, ' Onagh's Water-fall.'

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'er-arching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.
Her smiling sae wyling,

Wad make a wretch forget his woe ;
What pleasure, what treasure,

Unto these rosy lips to grow :
Such was my Chloris' bonnie face,

When first her bonnie face I saw,
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she lo'es me best of a'.

Like harmony her motion ;

Her pretty ankle is a spy
Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky.

Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and gracefu' air ; Ilk feature-auld nature

Declar'd that she could do na mair : Her's are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering beauty's sovereign law; And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she lo’es me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy shew at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon Fair beaming and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang ; While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes her sang: There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove

By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love,

And say thou lo’es me best of a?


(Quasi dicat Phillis.)

Tune, 'When she cam ben she bobbit.'

O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love,

She winna come hame to her Willy.

What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot,

And forever disowns thee her Willy.

O had I neer seen thee, my Phely!
O had I neer seen thee, my Phely!
As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair,

Thou's broken the heart o'thy Willy.


Tune, 'Cauld Kail in Aberdeen.'

How long and dreary is the night,

When I am frae my dearie;
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,

Tho’I were ne'er sae weary.


For oh, her lanely nights are lang ;

And oh, her dreams are eerie ; And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,

That's absent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days

I spent wi' thee, my dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?

For oh, &c.

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