WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie: Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine Its dew-drop o' diamond, her eye. Awa, &c. Her voice is the song of the morning That wakes thro' the green-spreading grove. When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, On music, and pleasure, and love. Awa, &c. But beauty how frail and how fleeting, SONG. AIK-"Cauld Kail." COME, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn as vilest dust The warld's wealth and grandeur Meet me on the warlock knowe, The crystal waters round us fa', When purple morning starts the hare To meet my faithfu' Davie. When day, expiring in the west, And that's my ain dear Davie. CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock knowe, Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie, There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear dainty Davie. SONG. TUNE-"Fee him Father." THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever, Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever. Aften hast thou vow'd that death, Only should us sever. Now thou'st left thy lass for av-I maun see thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love anither jo, While my heart is breaking. Soon my weary een I'll close-Never mair to waken, Jamie, Ne'er mair to waken. AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? |