Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! An honest man here lies at rest, As down the bum they took their way, Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, Behold the hour, the boat arrive,. 206 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Forlorn, my love, no comfort near, Friend of the poet, tried and leal, Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, Let me wander where I will, Page My honoured Colonel, deep I feel, No more of your guests, be they titled or not, No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more, O condescend, dear charming maid, O gin my love were yon red rose, O had the malt thy strength of mind, : O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,. O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen, O Mary, at thy window be, She is a winsome wee thing, She's fair and fause that causes my smart, Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Sing on, sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough,. The hunter lo'es the morning sun, The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, The lovely lass o' Inverness, The smiling spring comes in rejoicing, The Thames flows proudly to the sea, 24 290 337 333 300 Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, . There was a lass and she was fair, There was once a day, but old Time was then young, They snool me sair, and haud me down, Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling! 273 |