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IV. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane : The night comes to me, but my rest it is
gane; I wander my lane, like a night-troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast.
V. O had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smild upon me! O, how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express !
OH, OPEN THE DOOR.
AIR.-OPEN THE DOOR.
Oh, open the door to me, Oh;
Oh, open the door to me, Oh!
But colder thy love for me, Oh!
Is nought to my pains from thee, Oh!
And time is setting with me, Oh!
I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh!
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide,
She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh! “My true love!” she cried,—and sunk down by
WHEN WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST, &c.
AIR. THE MILL MILL 0.
And gentle Peace returning,
And mony a widow mourning.
Where lang I'd been a lodger,
A poor and honest soldier.
II. A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder ;
I cheery on did wander.
I thought upon my Nancy,
That caught my youthful fancy.
Where early life I sported ;
Where Nancy aft I courted :
Down by her mother's dwelling! And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
IV. Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom, O! happy, happy may he be,
That's dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I've far to gang,
And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've serv'd my king and country lang,
Take pity on a soldier !
And lovelier was than ever;
Forget him shall I never :
Ye freely shall partake it,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
VI. She gaz'd—she redden'd like a rose,
Syne pale like ony lily, She sank within my arms, and cried,
Art thou my ain dear Willie ? By Him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love's regarded, I am the man—and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded !