Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And when the welcome simmer-shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, The weary shearer's hameward way; Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love, my dearie O. Lassie wi', &c. And when the howling wintry blast Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, SONG. Tune,Nancy's to the Greenwood,' &c. FAREWELL thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling! O mem❜ry! spare the cruel throes And yet in secret languish, To feel a fire in ev'ry vein, Nor dare disclose my anguish. Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown, I know thou doom'st me to despair, Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me; But oh, Eliza, hear one prayer, The music of thy voice I heard, DUET. Tune, The Sow's Tail.' HE O PHILLY, happy be that day SHE. O Willy, ay I bless the grove Where first I own'd my maiden love, Whilst thou didst pledge the Powers above To be my ain dear Willy. HE. As songsters of the early year And charming is my Philly. SHE. As on the brier the budding rose The love I bear my Willy. HE. The milder sun and bluer sky, That crown my harvest cares wi' joy, SHE. The little swallow's wanton wing, Tho' wafting o'er the flowery spring, HE. The bee that thro' the sunny hour SHE. The woodbine in the dewy weet HE. Let fortune's wheel at random rin, SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie! The lad I love's the lad for me, Ii2 SONG. Tune,' Lumps o' Pudding.' CONTENTED Wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; But man is a soger, and life is a faught: My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch, And my Freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', Blind chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way; Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae: Come ease, or come travail; come pleasure, or pain, My warst word is- Welcome, and welcome again!' |