IV. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane: V. O had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me! O, how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! SONG XV. OH, OPEN THE DOOR. AIR. OPEN THE DOOR. I. Он, open the door, some pity to shew, Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true, II. Oh, cold is the blast upon my pale cheek, The frost that freezes the life at my breast, III. The wan moon is setting behind the white wave, And time is setting with me, Oh! False friends, false Love, farewel! for more I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh! E S She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh! My true love!" she cried,—and sunk down by his side, Never to rise again, Oh! SONG XVI. WHEN WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST, &c. AIR. THE MILL MILL O. I. WHEN Wild War's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle Peace returning, II. A leal, light heart was in my breast, I thought upon the banks of Coil, III. At length I reach'd the bonny glen, I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn, IV. Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass, O! happy, happy may he be, My purse is light, I've far to gang, I've serv'd my king and country lang, V. Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, Our humble cot, and hamely fare, Ye freely shall partake it, That gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye're welcome for the sake o't. VI. She gaz'd-she redden'd like a rose,Syne pale like ony lily, She sank within my arms, and cried, Art thou my ain dear Willie?— By Him who made yon sun and sky, By whom true love's regarded, I am the man-and thus may still True lovers be rewarded! |