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II. LOVE : GENERAL |
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Sae gently I staw to my lovely maid's chamber,
And rapp'd at her window, low down on my knee, Begging that she would awauk from sweet slumber,
Awauk from sweet slumber and pity me: For, that a stranger to a1 pleasure, peace and rest, Love into madness had fired my tortur'd breast, And that I should be of a' men the maist unblest, Unless she would pity my sad miserie !
My true love arose and whispered to me—
(The moon looked in and envy'd my love's charms ;—)
'An innocent maiden, ah, would you undo me!' I made no reply, but leapt into her arms:
Bright Phcebus peep'd over the hills and found me there;
As he has done, now, seven Iang years and mair,
A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, more loving pair, His sweet chearing beam nor enlightens nor warms. |
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No. 162. Jockie 's taen the parting kiss. |
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Tune : Borne lass tak a man. |
Scots Musical Museum, 1803, No. 570. |
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Jockie's taen the parting kiss,
O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss—
Nought but griefs with me remain. Spare my luve ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain ! Spare my luve thou feathery snaw,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain ! |
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair gladsome e'e, Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his waukeniug be! He will think on her he loves—
Fondly he'll repeat her name, For where'er he distant roves,
Jockie's heart is still at hame. |
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