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BEHOLD THE HOUR.

TUNE-Oran Gaoil.

BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;

Thou goest, thou darling of my heart!
Severed from thee, can I survive?

But fate has willed, and we must part.
I'll often greet this surging swell,

Yon distant isle will often hail :
"E'en here I took the last farewell;

There latest marked her vanished sail."

Along the solitary shore,

While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,

I'll westward turn my wistful eye :
Happy thou Indian grove, I'll say,
Where now my Nancy's path may be
While through thy sweets she loves to stray,
Oh, tell me, does she muse on me?

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THOU hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me ever;
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me ever:
Aften hast thou vowed that death only should us sever;

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Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-I maun see thee never, Jamie,

I'll see thee never.

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken;
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken:
Thou canst love anither jo, while my heart is breaking;
Soon my weary een I'll close-never mair to waken, Jamie,
Ne'er mair to waken!

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WHERE ARE THE JOYS?

TUNE-Saw ye my Father?

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early song?

Where is the peace that awaited my wandering,
At evening the wild-woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair;
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?

No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known,
All that has caused this wreck in my bosom
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Not hope dare a comfort bestow:

Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my wo.

DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE.

TUNE-The Collier's Bonnie Lassie.

DELUDED Swain, the pleasure

The fickle fair can give thee,

Is but a fairy treasure

Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.

The billows on the ocean,

The breezes idly roaming,

The clouds' uncertain motion-
They are but types of woman.

Oh! art thou not ashamed
To dote upon a feature?
If man thou would'st be named,
Despise the silly creature.

Go, find an honest fellow;

Good claret set before thee:
Hold on till thou art mellow,
And then to bed in glory.

MY SPOUSE NANCY.

TUNE-My Joe Janet.

"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir."

"One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man, or woman, say,
My spouse, Nancy?"

"If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sovereign lord,
And so good-by allegiance !"

"Sad will I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;

Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse, Nancy."

"My poor heart then break it must,
My last hour I'm near it:
When you lay me in the dust,

Think, think how you will bear it,"

"I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy."

"Well, sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sp❜rites shall haunt you."

"I'll wed another like my dear,
Nancy, Nancy;

Then THE SPRITES will fly for fear,
My spouse, Nancy."

THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
TUNE-Lass of Inverness.

THE lovely lass o' Inverness,

Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en and morn she cries, alas!
And aye the saut tear blin's her ee;
Drumossie Moor-Drumossie-day-
A waeful day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear-

My father dear, and brethren three.

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Their winding sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman's ee!

Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For mony a heart thou hast made sair,
That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.

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A RED, RED ROSE.
TUNE-Graham's Strathspey.

O MY luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
my luve's like the melodic,
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve !
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.

OUT OVER THE FORTH.

TUNE-Charlie Gordon's welcome hame.

OUT over the Forth I look to the north,

But what is the north and its Highlands to me?

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The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea.

That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be ;

But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,

For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE?

TUNE-Louis, what reck 1 by thee?

LOUIS, what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean?
Dyvor, beggar loons to me-
I reign in Jeanie's bosom.

Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast enthrone me :
Kings and nations-swith, awa!
Reif randies, I disown ye!

SOMEBODY!

TUNE-For the sake of Somebody.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell-
My heart is sair for somebody;

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I could wake a winter night
For the sake of somebody.
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey! for somebody!

I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody!

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,

O sweetly smile on somebody!

Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody!
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey! for somebody!

I wad do what wad I not?

For the sake o' somebody!

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

AIR-The Sutor's Dochter.

WILT thou be my dearie?

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,
Wilt thou let me cheer thee?

By the treasure of my soul,

That's the love I bear thee!

I swear and vow that only thou

Shall ever be my dearie.

Only thou, I swear and vow,

Shall ever be my dearie.

Lassie, say thou loes me;
Or if thou wilt na be my ain,
Say na thou'lt refuse me:
If it winna, canna be,

Thou, for thine may choose me,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou loes me.
Lassie, let me quickly die,

Trusting that thou loes me.

LOVELY POLLY STEWART.

TUNE-Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart.

O LOVELY Polly Stewart

O charming Polly Stewart!

There's not a flower that blooms in May

That's half so fair as thou art.

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