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78 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 80. Clarinda, mistress of my soul.
Tune : Clarinda Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 198. |
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Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
The measur'd time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun. To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie, Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy? We part—but, by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes, No other light shall guide my steps,
Till thy bright beams arise! She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day ; And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray? |
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No. 81. Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays.
Tune : There are feiv goodfellows when Jamie \s awa.
Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes, While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw, But to me it's delightless—my Nanie's awa. The snaw-drap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn. They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw, They mind me o' Nanie,—and Nanie 's awa! |
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