SONG XXXIII. THE LAZY MIST HANGS, &c. AIR. HERE'S A HEALTH TO MY TRUE LOVE. I. THE lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, How foolish, or worse, 'till our summit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! This life's not worth having with all it can give, For something beyond it poor man sure must live. SONG XXXIV. OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. AIR.-MISS ADMIRAL GORDON'S STRATHSPEY. I. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild-woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight II. I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, There's not a bonnie flower, that springs There's not a bonnie bird that sings, SONG XXXV. THE CATRINE WOODS, &c. AIR. THE BRAES OF BALLOCHMYLE. I. THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, Catrine, in Ayrshire, the seat of Dugal Stewart, Esq. Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh. Ballochmyle, formerly the seat of Sir John Whiteford, now of Alexander, Esq. |