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For ever now, O Yarrow stream !
I'll seek thy body in the stream,
WILLY DROWNED IN YARROW
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Where bonnie grows the lily, I heard a fair maid sighing say
• My wish be wi' sweet Willie ! « Willie's rare,
and Willie's fair, And Willie's wondrous bonny ; And Willie hecht to marry me
Gin e'er he married ony.
() gentle wind, that bloweth south,
From where my Love repaireth, Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth
And tell me how he fareth !
• O tell sweet Willie to come doun
And hear the mavis singing, And see the birds on ilka bush
And leaves around them hinging. * The lav'rock there, wi' her white breast
And gentle throat sae narrow ;
On Leader haughs and Yarrow.
And Yarrow haughs are bonny ;
If e'er he married ony.
• But Willie's gone, whom I thought on,
And does not hear me weeping ; Draws many a tear frae true love's e'e
When other maids are sleeping. · Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid,
The night I'll mak’ it narrow, For a' the live-lang winter night
I lie twined o' my marrow.
Pou'd you the rose or lily?
Or saw you my sweet Willie ?'
She sought him braid and narrow;
LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE
Toll for the Brave !
A land-breeze shook the shrouds
It was not in the battle ;
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind,
O! where shall I my true-love find ?
Rock'd with the billow to and fro,
He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below : The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high poised in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
And drops at once into her nest :-
My vows shall ever true remain ;
We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. * Believe not what the landmen say
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind :
In every port a mistress find :
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ;
William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.' The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread ; No longer must she stay aboard ;
They kiss'd, she sigh’d, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; “Adieu !' she cries ; and waved her lily hand.