SONG LIX. A MOTHER'S LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON. AIR-FINLAYSTON HOUSE. I. FATE gave the word, the arrow sped, By cruel hands the sapling drops, II. The mother-linnet in the brake Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow, O, do thou kindly lay me low With him I love, at rest. SONG LX. O MAY, THY MORN WAS NE'ER SAE SWEET. AIR.-O MAY, THY MORN. I. O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, And dear was she I dare na name, And here's to them, that, like oursel, And here's to them that wish us weel, May a' that's guid watch o'er them! The dearest o' the quorum. And here's to, &c. SONG LXI. O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN. AIR. WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN? I. O WAT ye wha's in yon town, II. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree: How blest ye flowers that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e. III. How blest ye birds that round her sing, And doubly welcome be the spring, IV. The sun blinks blythe on yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. V. Without my love, not a the charms And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. VI. My cave wad be a lover's bower, Tho' raging winter rent the air; And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. VII. O sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon; A fairer than's in yon town, His setting beam ne'er shone upon. VIII. If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; IX. For while life's dearest blood is warm, She has the truest, kindest heart. * "The heroine of this song, Mrs O. (formerly Miss L. J.) died lately at Lisbon. This most accomplished and most lovely woman was worthy of this beautiful strain of sensibi lity, which will convey some impression of her attractions to other generations. The song is written in the character of her husband.” CURRIE'S Edit. Vol. IV. p. 342. |