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THE LAZY MIST HANGS, &c.
AIR.—HERE'S A HEALTH TO MY TRUE LOVE.
I. The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark winding rill ; How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear, As autumn to winter resigns the pale year. The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, And all the gay foppery of summer is flown: Apart let me wander, apart let me muse, How quick time is flying, how keen fate pursues ; How long I have liv'd—but how much liv'd in vain; How little of life's scanty span may remain : What aspects old time, in his progress, has worn; What ties, cruel fate, in my bosom has torn.
How foolish, or worse, 'till our summit is gain'd ! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd,
how pain'd! This life's not worth having with all it can give, For something beyond it poor man sure must live.
OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW.
AIR.-MISS ADMIRAL GORDON'S STRATUSPEY.
OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
The lassie I lo'e best :
And mony a hill between;
Is ever wi' my Jean,
I see her sweet and fair ;
I hear her charm the air:
There's not a bonnie flower, that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o'
THE CATRINE WOODS, &c.
AIR.-THE BRAES OF BALLOCHMYLE.
I. The Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee *, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, ,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e.
sang, Hersel in beauty's bloom the while, And ay the wild-wood echoes rang,
Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle.
* Catrine, in Ayrshire, the seat of Dugal Stewart, Esq. Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh. Ballochmyle, formerly the seat of Sir John Whiteford, now of Alexander, Esq.