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, But hallowed in the thought noo, Though frae the dreary urn noo And oh, where'er I steer noo, The past I'll aye revere 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. The mellow notes that cheer the grove, And glad the flow'ry lea, But echo saft her thrilling strains The fragrant bloom shall sooner fade, Than I forget the hallowed shade Beneath the Elm Tree. Nay, when this heart hath ceased to beat, How fondly shall it seek retreat THOU ART FAITHFU' EVER, WILLIE. Tune-"Fee him, Faither." THOU art faithfu' ever, Willie, Thou art faithfu' ever; Thou art faithfu' ever, Willie, Thou art faithfu' ever: Come, gie's your hand, and vow again Lang hae we lo'ed ilk ither now; But thou art false as fair, Jessie, I passed the bower unseen yestreen, Aft hae we roamed Tweed's bonny banks, But never will we mair, Jessie, O for ance forgi'e me, Willie, O for ance forgi'e me: |