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Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can -I weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.

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.

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BONNIE ANN.

YE gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o' bonnie Ann :

Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,
Your heart she will trepan.

Her een sae bright, like stars by night,
Her skin sae like the swan ;

Sae jimply laced her genty waist,
That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, grace, and love, attendant move,
And pleasure leads the van;

In a' their charms, and conquering arms,
They wait on bonnie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,
But love enslaves the man:

Ye gallants braw, I rede you a',

Beware o' bonnie Ann.

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MY PEGGY'S FACE.

My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,
The frost of hermit age might warm;
My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.
I love my Peggy's angel air,
Her face so truly, heavenly fair,
Her native grace so void of art;
But I adore my Peggy's heart.

The lily's hue, the rose's dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye;
Who but owns their magic sway,
Who but knows they all decay!
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose, nobly dear,
The gentle look that rage disarms,
These are all immortal charms.

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THO' CRUEL FATE.

THO' cruel fate should bid us part,
Wide as the pole and line;
Her dear idea round my heart

Should tenderly entwine.

Tho' mountains rise and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;

Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,
I still would love my Jean.

I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS WERE

SPRINGING.

I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing

Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,

By a falling crystal stream :

Straight the sky grew black and daring;

Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Trees with agèd arms were warring,
O'er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,
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 promised fair, and perform❜d but ill;
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me, -
I bear a heart shall support me still.

HAD I A CAVE.

HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar;
There would I weep my woes,

There seek my lost repose,
Till grief my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more.

Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
All thy fond plighted vows-fleeting as air?

To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury,
Then in thy bosom try

What peace is there!

ΙΟ

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WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR?

WHA is that at my bower door?

O wha is it but Findlay?

Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here!
Indeed maun I, quo' Findlay.
What mak ye sae like a thief?

O come and see, quo' Findlay;
Before the morn ye'll work mischief;
Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.

Gif I rise and let you in;

Let me in, quo' Findlay;

Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din;
Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.
In my bower if ye should stay;
Let me stay, quo' Findlay;
I fear ye'll bide till break o' day;
Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.

Here this night if ye remain ;
I'll remain, quo' Findlay;

I dread ye'll learn the gate again;
Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.
What may pass within this bower-
Let it pass, quo' Findlay;

Ye maun conceal till your last hour;
Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.

ΙΟ

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THE BLINK C' MARY'S EE.

Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green,
An' scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring,
By Girvan's fairy haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing.
To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,
There wi' my Mary let me flee,
There catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's ee!

The chield wha boasts o' warld's wealth,
Is aften laird o' meikle care;

But Mary she is a' my ain,

Ah, fortune canna gie me mair!
Then let me range by Cassillis' banks
Wi' her the lassie dear to me,
And catch her ilka glance o' love,

The bonnie blink o' Mary's ee!

OUT OVER THE FORTH.

OUT over the Forth I look to the north,

But what is the north and its Highlands to me
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea.

But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I lo'e best,

The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

ΙΟ

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