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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,
Sin' Lucy left us a'.

My very heart is sair noo,
A' desolate and bare noo,
And a' is winter there no,
Sin' Lucy left us a'.

Tears ever dim my e'e noo:
What's a' the warld to me noo,

What pleasure can it gie noo,
Sin' Lucy left us a'?

Nae mair her nameless charms noo
I clasp within my arms noo;
My heart it never warms noo,
Sin' Lucy left us a'.

Alane at hame I cower noo-
There's nae trystin' hour noo,

Nae wooin' i' the bow'r noo,

Sin' Lucy left us a'.

Nor doon the Meadow green noo,
Nae mair we slip unseen noo,

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But hallowed in the thought noo,
Ilk sacred meetin' spot noo,
And ne'er to be forgot noo,
Sin' Lucy left us a'.

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,
Reft o' my bosom dear noo,

The past I'll aye revere noo,
Sin' she has left us a'.

THE ELM TREE.

Air-"Beneath the Roof o' Straw."

LO'E the garden, bower and grot;
But sweeter far to me,

When Cynthia smiles, this sacred spot
Beneath the Elm Tree.

If ever heart hath shared below
The bliss that Heaven can gi'e,
'Twas mine, responds it wi' a glow,
Beneath the Elm Tree.

Can a' the joys o' courtly glare,
Of star and gartered knee,

Ere wi' my spell-bound hours compare
Beneath the Elm tree?

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
Beneath the Elm Tree.

The fragrant bloom shall sooner fade,
Forgotten by the bee,

Than I forget the hallowed shade

Beneath the Elm Tree.

Nay, when this heart hath ceased to beat,
And bounds my spirit free,

How fondly shall it seek retreat
Beneath the Elm Tree!

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
You'll forsake me never;

Lang hae we lo'ed ilk ither now;
Sae ne'er let us sever, Willie,
Never let us sever.

But thou art false as fair, Jessie,
But thou art false as fair;
But thou art false as fair, Jessie,
But thou art false as fair:

I passed the bower unseen yestreen,
And wha was wi' you there?

Aft hae we roamed Tweed's bonny banks,

But never will we mair, Jessie,
O never will we mair.

O for ance forgi'e me, Willie,
O for ance forgi'e me;
O for ance forgi'e me, Willie,

O for ance forgi'e me:

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