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I'll bid thee gaze beneath thee, on each reflected star, Then think my soul reflects thee, more true, but brighter far.

Then come with me, &c. Oh, could I count the stars above the wild wave's

ceaseless swell, My deep, my pure, my boundless love to thee I could

not tell, As soon the stars forget to rise, the waves shall cease

to flow, Ere my fond heart forgets its sighs or cease to lova thee, no.

Then come with me, &c. &c.

Oh, 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,

my heart it may break with sorrow.
Oh, saw you yon tree's sweet blossom,
Oh, saw you yon tree's sweet blossom,
Like me in thy sight, I will fade with the blight,
Oh, blame not my love but the blossom.
Oh, pride of my heart, I love thee,
Oh, pride of my heart, I love thee,
The zephyrs, the sky, may change, but not I,
Oh, blame not this heart 'cause it loves thee.

so you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong,
But friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.
But when they learn that you have blest,

Another with your heart,
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,

And act a brother's part;
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,

Nor fear to suffer wrong,
For friends in all the aged you'll ineet,

And lovers in the young.


YE banks and braes, and streams around,

The Castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods,

and fair your flow'rs, Your waters never drumlie, There simmer first unfaulds her robes,

And there they langest tarry: And there I took the last fareweel, Of

my dear Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom’d the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossoin,
As underneath their fragrant shade,

I clasp'd her to my bosoin ;
The golden hours, on angel wings,

Flew o'er me, and my dearie ;
For dear to me as light and life,

Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,

Our parting was fu' tender,
And pledging aft to meet again,

We tore ourselves asunder.

But oh! fell death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flow'r so early ;
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,

That wraps my Highland Mary.
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
And clos’d for aye the sparkling glance

That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,

That heart that lo'ed me dearly.
But still within my bosom's core

Shall live my Highland Mary.



any more?

And has she discharged the sweet youth,

The dear little cook I adore ;
Shall I never again hear his voice,

Nor see that loved form
Ah, no no, I shall never see him more?

Ah, no, &c.
Well-a-day for my cooky and me,

With the king I am quite in disgrace ;
Whilst, bereft of a character, he
Must wander in quest of a place.

And has he, &c.


WHEN first love came to dwell on earth,

A wicked rogue was he;
"Till heaven gave sweet marriage birth,

That clipp'd his wings might be ;

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With marriage joind, love prov'd, they tell,

A sad and constant thing;
Then if you'd chime in, sir, with Bell,

At church give her a ring !
When first love single rov'd the earth,

He frighten'd beauty's doves ;
But joind with marriage-soon had birth,

A train of little loves.
Love, wild and free, is false as well,

'Tis marriage truth must bring ; Then if you'd chime in, sir, with Bell,

At church give her a ring !


Fare thee well, and if for ever,

Still for ever fare thee well! Even though unforgiving, never

'Gainst thee can my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee

Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee

Which thou ne'er canst know again. Would that breast, by thee glanc'd over,

Every inmost thought might show, Then thou would'st at length discover

'Twas not well to spurn it so. But 'tis done, all words are idle,

Words from me are vainer still ? But the thoughts we cannot bridle

Force their way against the will.
Fare thee well, thus disunited,

Torn from every nearer tie,
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,

More than this,-scarce can die.

I'LL COME TO THEE. I'LL come to thee when evening grey,

Steals soft along the silent dale ; When day in twilight melts away,

As dies soft music on the gale ; When Sol behind the hill is set,

I'll haste across the lea, my love, When with dew the flowers are wet,

Then, then I'll come to thee, my love! And as the time on halcyon wings,

Flies swift away, we'll sweetly toy, And deem that every moment brings

More near, the happy hours of joy. Not till the orient east tells day

Is near, when thee and me, my love Must part, and I must haste away,

I'll bid adieu to thee, my love !


I HEARD thy fate without a tear,

Thy loss with scarce a sigh,
And yet thou wert surpassing dear-

Too loved of all to die.
I know not what hath seared mine eye,

The tears refused to start ;
But every drop its lips deny

Falls dreary on my heart.
Yes, deep and heavy, one by one,

They sink and turn to care :
As caverned waters wear the stone,
Yet dropping harden there.
They cannot petrify more fast

Than feeling's sunk remain,
Which, coldly fixed, regard the past,

But never melt again.

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