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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 alter— Sooner the sun in his motion would falter! |
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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. |
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