What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning!
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

A NEW SCOTS SONG.

TUNE' THE SUTOR'S DOCHTER.'

WILT thou be my dearie?

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,
Wilt thou let me cheer thee?
By the treasure of my soul,
That's the love I bear thee!

I swear and vow that only thou

Shalt ever be my dearie

Only thou, I swear and vow,

Shalt ever be my dearie.

Lassie, say thou lo❜es me;
Or if thou wilt na be my ain,
Say na thou'lt refuse me:
If it winna, canna be,

Thou for thine may choose me,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo'es me-
Lassie, let me quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo'es me.

BANKS OF CREE.

TUNE-THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.'

HERE is the glen, and here the bower,
All underneath the birchen shade ;
The village-bell has toll'd the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?

'Tis not Maria's whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy breathing gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.

It is Maria's voice I hear!

So calls the woodlark in the grove
His little faithful mate to cheer,

At once 'tis music-and 'tis love.

And art thou come? and art thou true? O welcome, dear, to love and me! And let us all our vows renew,

Along the flow'ry banks of Cree.

ON THE SEAS AND FAR AWAY.

TUNE-' O'ER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.'

How can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my Sailor lad?
How can I the thought forego,
He's on the seas to meet the foe?

Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day
Are with him that's far away.

CHORUS.

On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day
Are aye 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 gun :
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 seas, &c.

HARK! THE MAVIS.

TUNE-CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES.'

CHORUS.

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonie dearie.

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

Ca' the, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,

Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die-but canna part,
My bonie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my ee,
Ye shall be my dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

SHE SAYS SHE LO’ES ME BEST OF A'.

TUNE-ONAGH'S WATER-FALL.'

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'erarching

Twa laughing een o' bonie 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' bonie face,
When first her bonie face I saw,
And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,
She says she lo'es me best of a'.