THE LOVER'S MORNING SALUTE TO HIS MISTRESS. Tune, 'Deil tak the Wars.' SLEEP'ST thou or wak'st thou, fairest creature; Waters wi' the tears o' joy: And by the reeking floods; Wild Nature's tenants, freely, gladly stray; The lintwhite in his bower Chants o'er the breathing flower; The lav'rock to the sky Ascends wi' sangs o' joy, While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning, Banishes ilk darksome shade, Nature gladdening and adorning ; Such to me my lovely maid. When absent frae my fair, The murky shades o' care With starless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky; But when, in beauty's light, "Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. THE AULD MAN. BUT lately seen in gladsome green Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers But now our joys are fled Yet maiden May, in rich array, But my white pow, nae kindly thowe Oh, age has weary days, And nights o' sleepless pain! SONG. Tune, My Lodging is on the cold groun.' My Chloris, mark how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair: The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flaxen hair. The lav'rock shuns the palace gay, For nature smiles as sweet, I ween, Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string The shepherd stops his simple reed, The princely revel may survey The shepherd, in the flowery glen, These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck 1 SONG, ALTERED FROM AN OLD ENGLISH ONE. It was the charming month of May, From peaceful slumber she arose, CHORUS. Lovely was she by the dawn, The feather'd people you might see They hail the charming Chloe; Till, painting gay the eastern skies, LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS. Tune, 'Rothemurche's Rant.' CHORUS. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, VOL. XXXVIII. Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And when the welcome simmer-shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, The weary shearer's hameward way; Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love, my dearie O. Lassie wi', &c. And when the howling wintry blast I'll comfort thee, my dearie O. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, |