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SONG XXXVII.

I GAED A WAEFU' GATE, &c.

AIR.--THE BLATHRIE O'T.

I.
I GAED a waefu' gate, yestreen,

A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet e'en,

Twa lovely e'en o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright;

Her lips like roses wat wi' dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white

It was her e'en sae bonnie blue.

II. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyld,

She charm'd my soul I wist na how; And ay the stound, the deadly wound,

Cam frae her e'en sae bonnie blue.

But spare to speak, and spare to speed ;

She'll aiblins listen to my vow : Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead

To her twa e'en sae bonnie blue *.

* The heroine of this song was Miss J. of Lochmaban. This lady, now Mrs R., after residing some time in Liver. pool, is settled with her husband in New.York, North America.

SONG XXXVIII.

THE THAMES FLOWS PROUDLY, &c.

AIR.-ROBIE DONNA GORACH.

I.
The Thames flows proudly to the sea,

Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith, to me,

Where Cummins ance had high command: When shall I see that honor'd land,

That winding stream I love so dear! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand

For ever, ever keep me here.

II.
How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,

Where spreading hawthorns gayly bloom How sweetly wind thy sloping dales

Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom!

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Tho' wandering, now, must be

my

doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes, May there my latest hours consume,

Amang the friends of early days !

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