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I. LOVE : PERSONAL 97 |
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No. 104. Come, let me take thee to my breast.
Tune : Cauld Kail (see No. 228).
Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder, And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world's wealth and grandeur; And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her? I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live to love her.
Thus in my arms, wi' a' her charms,
I clasp my countless treasure, I'll seek nae mair o' heav'n to share
Than sic a moment's pleasure : And by thy een sae bonie blue
I swear I'm thine for ever, And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never ! |
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No. 105. Forlorn my love, no comfort near.
Tune : Let me in this ae night (see No. 159).
Forlorn my love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
At which I most repine, love.
Chorus. O, wett thou, love, but near me, But near, near, near me, How kindly thou wouWst cheer me, And mingle sighs with mine, love I Around me scowls a wintry sky, Blasting each bud of hope and joy, And shelter, shade, nor home have I Save in these arms of thine, love.
Cold, alter'd friends, with cruel art, Poisoning fell misfortune's dart— Let me not break thy faithful heart, And say that fate is mine, love.
But dreary tho' the moments fleet, O, let me think we yet shall meet; That only ray of solace sweet Can on thy Chloris shine, love. H |
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