I see thee dancing o'er the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy glancing e'en,—
By heaven and earth I love thee!

III.

By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame;
And ay I muse and sing thy name,---
I only live to love thee.

Tho' I were doom'd to wander on
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
'Till my last weary sand was run,

'Till then, and then I love thee!

SONG XXI.

HOW LANG AND DREARY, &c.

AIR.-CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN,

I.

How 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 sae weary.
For oh, her lanely nights are lang;
And oh, her dreams are eerie ;

And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,

That's absent frae her dearie!

II.

When I think on the lightsome days

I spent wi' thee my dearie;

And now what seas between us roar,

How can I be but eerie.

For oh, &c.

III.

How slow ye move, ye dreary hours,
The joyless day how dreary;
It was na sae ye glinted by
When I was wi' my dearie.

For oh, her lanely nights are lang ;
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!

SONG XXII.

NOW SIMMER BLINKS, &c.

AIR.-BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.

I.

Bonny lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go to the Birks of Aberfeldy ?

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the chrystal streamlet plays,
Come let us spend the lightsome days
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonny lassie, &c.

II.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,

The little birdies blythely sing,

Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonny lassie, &c.

III.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
The birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, &c.

IV.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,
White o'er the linns the burnie pours,

And rising weets wi' misty showers
The birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, &c.

V.

Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me.
Supremely blest wi' love and thee

In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, &c. *

*This is written in the same measure as the Birks of Abergeldie, an old Scottish song, from which nothing is borrowed but the chorus.