II. In vain to me the cowslips blaw, The mavis and the lintwhite sing. And maun I still, &c. III. The merry ploughboy cheers his team, A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun I still, &c. IV. The wanton coot the water skims, Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, The stately swan majestic swims, V. And maun I still, &c. The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step And maun I still, &c. VI. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, And maun I still, &c. VII. Come winter, with thine angry howl, And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e! For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be. We cannot presume to alter any of the poems of our bard, and more especially those printed under his own direction; yet it is to be regretted that this chorus, which is not of his own composition, should be attached to these fine stanzas, as it perpetually interrupts the train of sentiment which they excite. SONG VI. THE GLOOMY NIGHT, &c. AIR-ROSLIN CASTLE. I. THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, II. The autumn mourns her rip'ning corn She sees the scowling tempest fly; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave, III. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, IV. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, SONG VII. FROM THEE, ELIZA, I MUST GO. AIR. GILDEROY. I. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee: II. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more! But the last throb that leaves my heart, While death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh! |