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SONGS FOR GIRLHOOD. |
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HIGHLAND MARY.
Robert Burns.
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The Castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfau her robes,
And there the langest tarry; For there I took my last fareweel
O' my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasped 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
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder; But oh! 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.
Oh, pale, pale now those rosy lips
I aft hae kissed sae fondly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly! And moldering now in silent dust
The heart that lo'ed me dearly, But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary! |
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A FAREWELL.
Charles Kingsley.
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day :
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast Forever One grand, sweet song. |
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