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Thou lav'rock, that springs frae the dews of the lawn, The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn, And thou mellow mavis, that hails the night-fa', Give over for pity—my Nanie's awa.
Come Autumn, sae pensive in j^ellow and grey, And soothe me wi' tidings o' Nature's decay ! The dark, dreary winter and wild driving snaw Alane can delight me—now Nanie's awa. |
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No. 82. O May, thy morn was neer so sweet. |
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Tune : The rashes. |
Caledonian Pocket Companion, 1753, v. p. 26. |
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O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet As the mirk night o' December!
For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber :
And dear was she I dare na name, ) ,. But I will ay remember. ) |
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And here 's to them that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum ; And here's to them that wish us weel—
May a' that's guid watch o'er 'em ; And here's to them we dare na tell, ) ,.
The dearest o' the quorum ! ) |
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