Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.
Ye jarring, screeching things around,
Scream your discordant joys;
Now, half your din of tuneless sound
With Echo silent lies.
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Tune – ‘The Braes o’ Balquhidder.’
And I’ll kiss thee o’er again:And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,My bonie Peggy Alison.Ilk care and fear, when thou art nearI evermair defy them, O!Young kings upon their hansel throneAre no sae blest as I am, O!And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, &c.When in my arms, wi’ a’ thy charms,I clasp my countless treasure, O!I…
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
An inmate in the casual shed,On transient pity’s bounty fed,Haunted by busy memory’s bitter tale!Beasts of the forest have their savage homes,But He, who should imperial purple wear,Owns not the lap of earth where rests his royal head!His wretched refuge, dark despair,While ravening wrongs and woes pursue,And distant far the faithful fewWho would his sorrows…
AS Tam the chapman on a day,
Weel pleas’d, he greets a wight so famous,And Death was nae less pleas’d wi’ Thomas,Wha cheerfully lays down his pack,And there blaws up a hearty crack:His social, friendly, honest heartSae tickled Death, they could na part;Sae, after viewing knives and garters,Death taks him hame to gie him quarters.
Chorus.—MY lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon’t,
But Jenny’s jimps and jirkinet,My lord thinks meikle mair upon’t.My lord a-hunting he is gone,But hounds or hawks wi’ him are nane;By Colin’s cottage lies his game,If Colin’s Jenny be at hame.My lady’s gown, &c.My lady’s white, my lady’s red,And kith and kin o’ Cassillis’ blude;But her ten-pund lands o’ tocher gude;Were a’ the charms…
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
Where is the peace that awaited my wand’ring,At evening the wild-woods among?No more a winding the course of yon river,And marking sweet flowerets so fair,No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure,But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.Is it that Summer’s forsaken our valleys,And grim, surly Winter is near?No, no, the bees humming round the gay…
Chorus—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,
I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,And see my bonie Jean again.THERE’S nane sall ken, there’s nane can guessWhat brings me back the gate again,But she, my fairest faithfu’ lass,And stownlins we sall meet again.I’ll aye ca’ in, &c.She’ll wander by the aiken tree,When trystin time draws near again;And when her lovely form I see,O…