Go ask my minstrels, when they breathe With each Parnassian sweet hath wreath'd, Forget thee!-Oh, there is but one Forget thee!-when my funeral urn Exhaling at my feet: When winds and storms careering sweep Unheeded o'er my breast, And cypress waves-then turn and weep, And own my love's at rest! SMILE AGAIN, MY BONNY LASSIE. SMILE again my bonnie lassie, Lassie smile again, Prithee do not frown, sweet lassie, For it gives me pain. If to love thee too sincerely Be a fault in me, Thus to use me so severely, Is not kind in thee. Fare thee well, my bonny lassie, Time will show thee, bonny lassic, More than tongue can tell. (And 'tis hard to part,) Still, believe me, thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart. RETURN, O MY LOVE. RETURN, O my love! and we'll never part, And my bosom shall pillow thy head. The breath of the woodbine is on my lips, And no one but thou of its sweetness shall sip, CANST THOU LOVE ME, MARY? CANST thou love me, Mary? Wilt thou love me, Mary? Blest I'd be ! Nae greater gift can Heav'n bestow, Thou hast stown my heart, O Mary dear, And though a lowly cottage maid, Thou'rt a' the world to me! When first the moon peeps o'er the hill, This night O steal to me, And by two dazzling stars, thy e'en, WHEN FIRST HE WOO'D AND WON MY LOVE. WHEN first he woo'd and won my love, And clouded every hope of bliss, And the sun will shine, OH, WAS I TO BLAME TO LOVE HER. Он, was I to blame to love her? Oh, was I to blame to love her? So gentle, so kind, I could not be blind, I am not to blame to love her. My heart it may break with sorrow, My heart it may break with sorrow, 'Tis lost for her sake, no complaints will I make, Tho' my heart it may break with sorrow. Oh, saw you yon tree's sweet blossom, Like me in thy sight, I will fade with the blight, Oh, pride of my heart, I love thee! Ob, pride of my heart, I love thee! The zephyrs, the sky, may change, but not I, WHEN THY BOSOM. WHEN thy bosom heaves a sigh, So the tender flower appears THE PERSECUTED. Oh angel! thine be threefold bliss in heaven, IT was a bitter pain That pierced her gentle heart; For barbed by malice was the dart, And sped with treachery's deadliest art, The shaft ne'er sped in vain. That trusting heart, so true, The tender heart that ever clung Where its wild wreath of love was flung- Deep in the mountain's breast: THE MAIDEN I LOVE. THE maiden I love is the theme of my lay, She is blooming and fair as the morn just begun, Her eyes soft and bright as the first beam of day, And her ringlets like dark clouds that curl round the sun. Like heaven's own light, when heaven is most bright, Her smiles such a brilliancy every where throw; In the depth of her eyes a divinity lies, And a god seems to dwell on her beautiful brow. Such, such is the maiden I live to adore, And I prize her the wealth of the world above; The hope of my heart may in sadness depart, THE IMPATIENT LASSIE. DEUCE tak the clock, click-clackin sae, It tells and tells the time is past When Jonnie should been here: But count each minute wi' a sigh, Till Jonnie he steals in. How nice the spunky+ fire it burns For twice to sit beside! And there's the seat where Johnnie sits, And I forget to chide! My father, too, how sweet he snores! My mother's fast asleep : He promis'd oft: but, oh! 1 fear What can it be keeps him frae me? The ways are not so lang; And sleet and snow are nought at a', Has catch'd his wicked e'e, O durst we lasses nobbut* But whisht! I hear my Jonnie's foot- IIe stecks the faul-yeat§§ softly too- *To-night. Sooner. + Cheerful. + Two. ** But only. ++ Such. ? Will not. ++ Shuts. || One. ?? Foldgate. |