Nane other love, nane other dart,
I feel but hers, sae far awa';
But fairer never touch'd a heart
Than hers, the fair sae far awa'.
LET NOT WOMAN. E'ER COMPLAIN.
TUNE-"Duncan Gray.”
LET not woman e'er complain
Of inconstancy in love;
Let not woman e'er complain
Fickle man is apt to rove:
Look abroad through Nature's range,
Nature's mighty law is change;
Ladies, would it not be strange
Man should then a monster prove?
Mark the winds, and mark the skies;
Ocean's ebb and ocean's flow:
Sun and moon but set to rise,
Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly man
To oppose great Nature's plan?
We'll be constant while we can
You can be no more, you know.
ALTERED FROM AN OLD ENGLISH SONG.
TUNE-"Dainty Davie."
Ir was the charming month of May,
When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay,
One morning by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The feather'd people you might see,
Perch'd all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;
Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS.
TUNE" Rothiemurchus' Rant."
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
Now nature cleeds the flowery lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,
And say thou'lt be my dearie, O?
And when the welcome simmer-shower
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower
At sultry noon, my dearie, O?
When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's hameward way,
Through yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love my dearie, O.
assie wi' the lint-white locks,
Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my dearie, O!
FAREWELL, THOU STREAM.
TUNE " Nancy's to the Greenwood gane," &e.
FAREWELL thou stream that winding flows
Around Eliza's dwelling!
O mem'ry! spare the cruel throes
Within my bosom swelling:
Condemned to drag a hopeless chain,
And yet in secret languish,
To feel a fire in ev'ry vein,
Nor dare disclose my anguish.
Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,
I fain my griefs would cover :
The bursting sigh, th' unweeting groan,
Betray the hapless lover.
I know thou doom'st me to despair,
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
But oh, Eliza, hear one prayer-
For pity's sake forgive me!
The music of thy voice I heard,
Nor wist while, it enslaved me;
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd,
Till fears no more had saved me:
Th' unwary sailor thus aghast,
The wheeling torrent viewing;
'Mid circling horrors sinks at last
In overwhelming ruin.
O, PHILLY, HAPPY BE THAT DAY
TUNE-"The Sow's Tail."
e-O PHILLY, happy be that day
When, roving through the gather'd hay,
My youthfu' heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.
She-O Willy, aye I bless the grove,
When first I own'd my maiden love,
While thou didst pledge the Powers above,
To be my ain dear Willy.
He-As songsters of the early year
Are ilka day mair sweet to hear,
So ilka day to be mair dear
And charming is my Philly.
She-As on the brier the budding rose
Still richer breathes, and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows,
The love I bear my Willy.
He-The milder sun and bluer sky,
That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,
Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye,
As is a sight o' Philly.
Ske-The little swallow's wanton wing,
Though wafting o'er the flowery spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.
He-The bee that through the sunny hour
Sips nectar in the opening flower,
Compared wi' my delight is poor,
Upon the lips o' Philly.
She-The woodbine in the dewy weet,
When even shades in silence meet,
Is not sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o' Willy.
He-Let fortune's wheel at random rin,
And fools may tine, and knaves may win;
My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.
She-What's a' the joys that gowd can gi'e!
I care na wealth a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me,
And that's my ain dear Willy.
O WHA IS SHE THAT LO'ES ME.
O WHA is she that lo'es me,
And has my heart a keeping?
O sweet is she that lo'es me,
As dews o' summer weeping,
In tears the rose-buds steeping.
O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;
O that's the queen o' woman-kind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.
If thou shalt meet a lassie
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming;
If thou hadst heard her talking,
And thy attentions plighted,
That ilka body talking
But her by thee is slighted;
And thou art all delighted;
If thou hast met this fair one;
When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other fair one
But her thou hast deserted,
And thou art broken hearted;
O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer ;
O that's the queen o' woman-kind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her,
CONTENTED WI' LITTLE.
TUNE-" Lumps o' pudding."
CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care,
I gi'e them a skelp, as they're creepin' alang
Wi' a cog o' guid swats, and an auld Sottish sang.
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