OH! HERE LIES LOW THE BONNIE LASS. I. OH! here lies low the bonnie lass, The maiden that I lo'e: She lies within this narrow bed, Death's clay-cauld hand has still'd the heart The form o'er which I fondly hung Is sheltered by the yew. II. The flowers bloom bonnie o'er the bed O' her that I held dear: And dark, dark is the envious grave That keeps me mourning here. I've nae ane noo to live for, And the warld's nought to me; Oh! life's a weary pilgrimage, My Mary, wanting thee. III. Pale, pale for ever are those lips And cauld for ever are those cheeks And still for ever is that voice, Once music to my ear; Those beaming eyes that shone so bright Are closed for ever here. IV. Oh! well I know the blissful home In yon bright land where happy ones Where saints for ever sing their songs Where sorrow never more is known, Nor tears bedim the eye. V. But I am left alone on earth, My grief I cannot hide; And I will ne'er find peace or rest Oh! I may soon be blest wi' her, WHEN THINKING UPON MY SAD FATE. I. WHEN thinking upon my sad fate, wi' my Annie, This bosom o' mine it is burdened wi' care: There's something within tells me plain that I maunna Think I can get peace to my soul ony mair. II. I think there is nane o' her kind half sae bonnie, There's nane o' her kind half sae bonnie can be: Her face it is fairer, far fairer than ony, Her form it seems like an angel's to me. III. Sometimes in my fondness, when on her I'm thinking I stand and look down wi' the tear i' |