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II. LOVE : GENERAL |
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O, open the door some pity to shew,
If love it may na be, O ! Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true—
O, open the door to me, O !
Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But caulder thy love for me, O: The frost, that freezes the life at my heart,
Is naught to my pains frae thee, O !
The wan moon sets behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O: False friends, false love, farewell! for mair
I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, O !
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, She sees the pale corse on the plain, O !
* My true love,' she cried, and sank down by his side-Never to rise again, O ! |
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No. 142. Lang hae we parted been. |
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Tune : Laddie lie near me. |
Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 218. |
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Lang hae we parted been,
Lassie, my dearie ;
Now we are met again,
Lassie, lie near me ! |
Chorus. Near me, near me,
Lassie, lie near me! Lang hast thou lien thy lane, Lassie, lie near me. |
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A' that I hae endur'd,
Lassie, my dearie, Here in thy arms is cur'd ! Lassie, lie near me.
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