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I. LOVE : PERSONAL
No. 101. 'Twas na her bonie blue ee ivas my ruin.
Tune : Laddie lie near me (see No. 142).
'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin': 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness.
Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me ; But tho' fell Fortune should fate us to sever, Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.
Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest, And thou'rt the angel that never can alteró Sooner the sun in his motion would falter!
No. 102. O, poortith catcld and restless love.
Tune : Cauld kail (see No. 228).
O, poortith cauld and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive, An 'twere na for my Jeanie.
Chorus. O, why should Fate sic pleasure have Life's dearest bands untwining? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining?
The warld's wealth when I think on
Its pride, and a' the lave o't; My curse on silly coward man,
That he should be the slave o't!
Her een sae bonie blue betray
How she repays my passion ; But prudence is her o'erword ay,
She talks o' rank and fashion.
O, wha can prudence think upon,
And sic a lassie by him ? O, wha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love, as I am?
How blest the wild-wood Indian's fate !
He woos his artless dearie ; The silly bogles, wealth and state,
Can never, make him eerie.