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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 drumlic !
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 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
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 heTill 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 dce ; 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 :1. 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! IIow 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 SAILOR'S LIFE
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 thing look braw,
When he was far awa?