O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace R. BURN3. M 149. BONNIE LESLEY. O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border ? To spread her conquests farther, To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; And say "I canna wrang thee!" The Powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag we hae a lass R. BURNS. 150. O my Luve's like a red, red rose As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! 151. HIGHLAND MARY. R. BURNS. Ye banks and braes and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace We tore oursels asunder ; That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, But still within my bosom's core R. BURNS. 152. AULD ROBIN GRAY. When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving a croun he had naething else beside: To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund were baith for me. He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the seaAnd auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me! My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee? Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me? My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, |