VII. The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love, And come, my faithful soldier lad, VIII. For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The soldier's wealth is honour; SONG XVII. O STAY, SWEET WARBLING WOOD-LARK. AIR.-LOCHERROCH SIDE. I. O STAY, Sweet warbling wood-lark, stay, may catch thy melting art; For surely that would touch her heart Wha kills me wi' disdaining. II. Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind? Oh, nought but love and sorrow join'd, Sic notes of woe could wauken! Thou tells of never-ending care, SONG XVIII. HERE IS THE GLEN, &c. AIR. THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH. I. HERE is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade; The village bell has told 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. II. 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 flowery banks of Cree. SONG XIX. THE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS. AIR. THE SEVENTH OF NOVEMBER. 1. THE day returns, my bosom burns, Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav'n gave me more, it made thee mine! II. While day and night can bring delight, Comes in between to bid us part; The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss,-it breaks my heart! SONG XX. O WERE I ON PARNASSUS' HILL. AIR.-O JEAN I LOVE THEE, 1. O WERE I on Parnassus' hill II. Then come, sweet muse, inspire my lay! For a' the lee-lang simmer's day, I cou'dna sing, I cou'dna say, How much, how dear I love thee. * A high hill near the source of the river Nith. |