TO ARROCHAR AWAY, LASSIE. Air-"Loudon's bonny Woods and Braes." CHORUS. OW bright the blink of Orion's e’e On classic Clyde sae gay, lassie; Fain would I cross it, and wi' thee away, lassie. To Arrochar Though yonder flowery banks and braes Wi' friends baith warm and true, lassie- Unrivalled, lovely Arrochar ! Wi' a' their pomp and glare, lassie: At Arrochar sae fair, lassie. "Tis there the heart at Nature's shrine In nameless rapture glows, lassie— How sweet in yonder shady glen The hours their flight will wing, lassie! And O to linger by the burn, Where lovely flow'rets spring, lassie; Then let us thus enjoy the day Wi' burnin' words o' love divine, THE LOVER'S LAMENT. Air-"The Land o' the Leal." DOWIE is my lay noo, Nae cheerfu' spring I play noo, I'm aye sae sad and wae noo, My very heart is sair noo, Tears ever dim my e'e noo: What pleasure can it gie noo, Nae mair her nameless charms noo Alane at hame I cower noo- Nae wooin' i' the bow'r noo, Sin' Lucy left us a'. Nor doon the Meadow green noo, To pass in love the e'en noo, But hallowed in the thought noo, Though frae the dreary urn noo In vain I wait return noo, Through life my loss I'll mourn noo, Sin' Lucy left us a'. And oh, where'er I steer noo, THE ELM TREE. Air-"Beneath the Roof o' Straw.” LO'E the garden, bower and grot; When Cynthia smiles, this sacred spot If ever heart hath shared below Can a' the joys o' courtly glare, Ere wi' my spell-bound hours compare Oft in my arms, wi' raptured zest, Her rosy lips to pree, My love how fondly hae I pressed Beneath the Elm Tree! She breathes the citron's sweet perfume, The lightning o' her e'e Dispels the bosom's deepest gloom, Beneath the Elm Tree. |