PA 4 Farewell, thou stream that winding flows 17 5 € 5 5 55 126 5. 8 14 10 ( 18 ......... I see a form, I see a face Is there for honest potents It is na, Jean, thy bonne face It was a' for our right in It was the charming month of a It was upon a Lammas tingut Jockey's ta'en the parting is John Anderson, ty js, John. Landlady, count the Last May, atras002 Let not woman e e com Louis, what reck It has Loud blaw the frosty Mark yonder om costa My Chloris, mers borgere the My father was a frie.. My Harry & My heart is a busz, a My heart is sir, ne My heart's in the Higi My lord a hunting les My love she's but als My Peggy's face, my Musing on the met I wander, 's as they spring; wander, o sing. Nae gentle dames, tiene No charcamatan it Now bastant mes Now in ber grenses Now Nature cieele Now rosy Mas come Now simmer blinks as Now spring tas tid Now westin winds 200 Of a theatres tiem Oh aye muy VDE SE Oh bonnie va TO Oh can you bete the Oh gin my IDE VEZE Oh bos zu beste PAOE The tither morn, when I forlorn They snool me sair and haud me down ...... 108 Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling 142 Though cruel fate should bid us part... ib, Thou lingering star, with lessening ray 'Twas ev'n, the dewy fields were green...... 175 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin .. 195 Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my ee.... 197 When Januar' wind was blawing cauld...... 201 When o'er the hill the eastern star.......... 178 When the drums do beat........ Then wild war's deadly blast was blawn 182 Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 203 Where, braving angry winter's storms Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea .......... Where hae ye been sae braw, lad Where live ye, my bonnie lass.. Will ye go to the Indics, my Mary Ye banks and braes and streams around .... 56 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Ye gallants brighi, I rede ye right Young Jamie, pride o' a'the plain Young Jockey was the blythest lad.. ing ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they springi Adown winding Nith I did wander, Of Phillis to muse and to sing. CHORUS. Awa wi’ your belles and your beauties, They never wi' her can compare : Has met wi' the queen o' the fair. So artless, so simple, so wild ; For she is simplicity's child. my Phillis! B The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer, Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest : But fairer and purer her breast. They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie : It's dew-drop o' diamond her eye. That wakes thro’the green-spreading grove, When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, On music, and pleasure, and love. But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting The bloom of a fine summer's day! While worth in the mind o' my Phillis Will flourish without a decay. AE FOND KISS. TUNE-Rury Dall's Port. AE fond kiss, and then we sever ; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Wbo shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; |
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