But it's not the roar o' sea or shore THE BANKS O' DOON YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon 15 And I sae fu' o' care! Thou 'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird 5 That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou 'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird On turning her up in her nest, with the plough, November, 1785 WEE, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie ! Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee 5 I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, Which makes thee startle 10 At me, thy poor earth-born companion, I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! 15 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave, And never miss 't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, To thole the winter's sleety dribble An' cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane 30 335 In proving foresight may be vain : An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, 40 Still thou are blest, compared wi' me! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear! MARY MORISON O MARY, at thy window be, 45 5 The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', 10 To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, Or canst thou break that heart of his, 20 If love for love thou wilt na gie, BONNIE LESLEY O SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The Deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; And say "I canna wrang thee!" The Powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, Fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag we hae a lass O MY LUVE'S LIKE A RED, RED ROSE O MY Luve 's like a red, red rose As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And fare thee weel, my only Luve! 5 10 And I will come again, my Luve, 15 HIGHLAND MARY YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, For dear to me as light and life 15 Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; 20 But, Oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! |