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And fare thee weel, my only Luve !
And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again, my Luve,
15 Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, 5
And there the langest tarry ;
O’ my sweet Highland Mary.
10 As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life
15 Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ;
20 But, oh I fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld 's the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
25 I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for ay the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly ;
And mouldering now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! 30
R. BURNS. 152
AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheepare in the fauld, and the kyeathame, And a' the warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo’ed me weel, and sought me for his bride ;
5 But saving a croun he had naething else beside : To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed tosea; 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 ;
10 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
15 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 ?
20 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, 25
LADY A. LINDSAY,
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't:
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
How it comes let doctors tell,
25 Maggie's was a piteous case ;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! Duncan couldna be her death, Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath ; Now they're crouse and canty baith : 30 Ha, ha, the wooing o't !
THE SAILOR'S WIFE
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.
10 There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman 's awa'.
My bishop's satin gown;
15 That Colin 's in the town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on,
My stockins pearly blue;
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside,
Put on the muckle pot ;
And Jock his Sunday coat;
Their hose as white as snaw;
For he 's been long awa'.
There's twa fat hens upo' the coop
Been fed this month and mair ;
That Colin weel may fare ;
Gar ilka thing look braw,
When he was far awa' ?
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair
40 And will I see his face again ?
And will I hear him speak ?
In troth I'm like to greet !
45 I hae nae mair to crave : And gin I live to keep him sae,
I'm blest aboon the lave : And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ?
50 I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet.
There 's nae luck at a';
55 When our gudeman 's awa'.
W. J. MICKLE.