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The Powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortune sha’ na steer thee;
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return to Caledonie !
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June :
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
So deep in luve am I:
Till a' the seas gang dry :
And the rocks melt wi' the sun ;
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel awhile !
le banks and braes and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfauld her robes,
And there the langest tarry ;
O’my sweet Highland Mary.
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
Flew o'er me and my dearie ;
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Our parting was fu' tender ;
We tore oursels asunder;
That nipt my flower sae early!
That wraps my Highland Mary!
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly !
That dwelt on me sae kindly ;
That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
AULD ROBIN GRAY
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye a
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 sea, And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ; I toild day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his
c'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, When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee. O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ; We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away : I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee ; And why was I born to say, Wae's me! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be, For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.
Lady . Lindsay
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't ; On blythe Yule night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't: Maggie coost her head fu’ high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't ! Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd ; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig ; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin ower a linn! Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide; Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughiy hizzie dee? She may gae to-France for me ! How it comes let doctors tell, Meg grew sick-as he grew well; Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings; And O, her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o'grace ; Maggie's was a piteous case ; Duncan couldna be her death, Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath; Now they're crouse and canty baith: Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
THE SAILORS III
And are ye sure the news is true ?
And are ye sure he's weel ?
Ye jades, lay by your wheel ;
When Colin's at the door?
And see him come ashore.
There's nae luck at a';
When our gudeman's awa’,
My bishop's satin gown;
That Colin's in the town.
My stockins pearly blue;
For he's baith leal and true.
Put on the muckle pot ;
And Jock his Sunday coat ;
Their hose as white as snaw ;
For he's been long awa.
Been fed this month and mair ;
That Colin weel may fare;
Gar ilka tlfing look braw,
When he was far awa?