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Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like caller air ;
His very foot has music in't
As he comes up
And will I see his face again?
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
And bring the lassie back to me
What sighs and vows amang the knowes
How fond to meet, how wae to part
The Powers aboon can only ken
To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me
Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
To chase the rolling circle's speed
While some on earnest business bent
Their murmuring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Alas! regardless of their doom
Yet see how all around 'em wait
The ministers of human fate
And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Ah show them where in ambush stand