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Side 77 - Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Side 28 - Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns. Oh, where are the mourners ? Alas! there are none; He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone; Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man; To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can. Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns.
Side 47 - ... swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her e'e: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa' o' her fairy feet; And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet; — Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee.
Side 47 - Her brow is like the snaw drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa
Side 18 - I'll give you a song in its praise." The proposition was received with cheers, and Tom rattled away these ringing rhymes — 8% goinlb Sojer §og. ' Он there's not a trade that's going Worth showing, Or knowing, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld sojer boy ; Where right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe Will have the hand or toe From a bowld sojer boy I There's not a town we march thro'. But the ladies, looking arch thro...
Side 9 - Twould be an assurance most dear To know that this moment some loved one Were saying, I wish he were here!
Side 78 - s on the stormy sea ! " How could I but list, but linger, To the song, and near the singer, Sweetly wooing Heaven to bring her Jamie from the stormy sea : And, while yet her lips did name me, Forth I sprang— my heart o'ercame me — " Grieve no more, sweet, I am Jamie, Home returned to love and thee !
Side 81 - Call me pet names, darling! Call me thy flower! Call me fond names, dearest! Call me a star, Whose smile's beaming welcome thou feel'st from afar, Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee, When the " night-time of sorrow
Side 81 - Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! Call me sweet names, darling! Call me a flower, That lives in the light of thy smile each hour, That droops when its heaven — thy...
Side 81 - CALL me pet names, dearest! Call me a bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest!