Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide, Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, &c. Meg grew sick —as he grew well, Ha, ha, &c. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings; And O, her een they spak sic things! Ha, ha, &c. Duncan was a lad o' grace, Maggie's was a piteous case, Duncan couldna be her death, POORTITH cauld, and restless love, This warld's wealth when I think on, Her een sae bonnie blue betray O wha can prudence think upon, How blest the humble cotter's fate! O why should fate sic pleasure have, GALA WATER. HERE'S braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, heather, But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o' Gala Water. But there is ane, a secret ane, Aboon them a' I lo'e him better; And I'll be his and he'll be mine, The bonnie lad o' Gala Water. Although his daddie was nae laird, We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water. It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, Oh, that's the chiefest warld's treasure! LORD GREGORY. MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, An exile frae her father's ha', At least some pity on me shaw, If love it mayna be. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove, By bonnie Irwine side, How aften didst thou pledge and vow, Thou wad for aye be mine! And my fond heart, itsel sae true, It ne'er mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, And flinty is thy breast: Ye mustering thunders from above, But spare and pardon my fause love, OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH! WITH ALTERATIONS. H, open the door, some pity to show, Though thou hast been false, I'll ever Oh, open the door to me, Oh! "Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, "The wan moon is setting behind the white wave, And time is setting with me, Oh! False friends, false love, farewell! for mair She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide; "My true love," she cried, and sank down by his side, Never to rise again, Oh! |