THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY. Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go to the Birks of Aberfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing The braes ascend like lofty wa's, Bonnie lassie, &c. The The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, And rising weets wi' misty showers Let fortune's gifts at random flee, In the Birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.* STAY, *This is written in the same measure as the Birks of Abergeldie, an old Scottish song, from which nothing is borrowed but the chorus. STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU LEAVE ME? Tune-" AN GILLE DUBH CIAR DHUBH." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Well you know how much you grieve me; By my love so ill requited; STRATHALLAN'S STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, In the cause of right engaged, VOL. IV. T Ruin's Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, THE Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788. E. |