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I. LOVE : PERSONAL 47 |
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The music of thy voice I heard,
Nor wist while it enslav'd me ; I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd,
Till fears no more had saved me : The unwary sailor thus, aghast,
The wheeling torrent viewing, 'Mid circling horrors sinks at last
In overwhelming ruin. |
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No. 47. A slave to loves unbounded sway.
Tune : The Cordwainers march Scots Musical Museum, 1803, No. 574. |
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Chorus. O, lay thy loo/ in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass, And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to love's unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae ; But now he is my deadly fae, Unless thou be my ain.
There's monie a lass has broke my rest, That for a blink I hae lo'ed best; But thou art queen within my breast, For ever to remain. |
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