Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, And men were not destined Where friendship first found us, That beautiful band, Oh still shall this heart be, And cold as the clay, Ere one of their features, Shall from it decay. O fortune, thy favours Restore me the friends of My boyhood again, The hearts that are scattered, Or cold in the tomb, O give me again, in Their beauty and bloom. Tho' green are my laurels, How gladly I'd give them, Of her that's away to Away with ambition, It brought me but pain, O give me the big heart Of boyhood again; The faith and the friendship, The rapture of yore, O shall they revisit, This bosom no more. MY LOVE IS LIKE THE LILY FLOWER. My love is like the lily flower, I wadna gie ae blink o' her, For a' the maids I see. Her voice is like the bonnie bird's, Her breath is like the hawthorn when And frae the gowans o' the glen, She bears about I kenna hoo, The voice of streams and happy dreams, And when the bonnie lassie smiles Sae sweetly upon me, Nae human tongue can ever tell, The heaven that's in her e'e. And a' the lee lang simmer day, And aye I wauken but to wish, O were the lassie mine. THE FIRST SORROW. It is the merry month of June, The flowers are fresh and fair, The birds are warbling 'mong the boughs, No sorrow any where. The streams are singing as they leap, So merrily along, The trees are bending on the brink, And list'ning to the song. The apple orchard's all in bloom, The bee is humming by, There's gladness in the gay green earth, And rapture in the sky. The schoolboys in the leafy woods, Are busy at their play, And merrily they shout, for life, Is all a holiday. |