While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone I live :
When that grim foe of life below,

Comes in between to bid us part;

The iron hand that breaks our band,

It breaks my blifs,—it breaks my heart!

O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL.

Air.-O JEAN I LOVE THEE.

WERE I on Parnaffus hill

Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill,

To fing how dear I love thee. But Nith maun be my Mufe's well, My Mufe maun be thy bonie fell; On Corfincon* I'll glow'r and spell,

And write how dear I love thee.

* A high hill near the fource of the river Nith.

;

Then come, fweet Mufe, infpire my lay!
For a' the lee-lang fimmer's day,
I cou❜dna fing, I cou❜dna fay,

How much, how dear I love thee.
I fee thee dancing o'er the green,
Thy waift fae jimp, thy limbs fae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy glancing een,-
By heaven and earth I love thee.

By night, by day, a field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame ;
And ay I muse and fing thy name,-

I only live to love thee.

Tho' I were doom'd to wander on,
Beyond the fea, beyond the fun,
'Till my laft weary fand was run,

'Till then-and then I love thee.

HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE

NIGHT.

Air.-CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.

H

WOW lang and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie;

I restless lie frae e'en to morn,

Tho' I were ne'er fae weary.

For oh, her lanely nights are lang;
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her widow'd heart is fair,
That's abfent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie;
And now what feas between us roar,

How can I be but eerie.

For oh, &c.

How flow ye move, ye heavy hours,
The joyless day, how dreary;

It was na fae ye glinted by

When I was wi'

For oh, &c.

SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON

CRAIGIE BUR N.

Air.-CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.

S

WEET fa's the eve on Craigieburn,

And blythe awakes the morrow,
But a' the pride of Spring's return
Can yield me nought but forrow.
I fee the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds finging;
But what a weary wight can please,
And care his bofom wringing.

Fain, fain, would I my griefs impart,

But fecret love will break my heart,

If I conceal it langer.

If thou refuse to pity me,

If thou shalt love another,

When yon green leaves fade frae the tree,

Around my grave they'll wither.

O SAW YE BONIE LESLEY.

Air. THE COLLIER'S BONIE LASSIE.

O

She's

SAW ye bonie Lesley,

As fhe gaed o'er the border? gane, like Alexander,

To fpread her conquests farther.
To fee her, is to love her,

And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And ne'er made fic anither!

Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we before thee :
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,

The hearts of men adore thee.
The Deil he cou'dna fkaithe thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee!
He'd look into thy bonie face,

And fay, "I canna wrang thee."

* That part of Scotland bordering on England.

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