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Gentle night, do thou befriend me :
Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Raning Winds arannà hrr Blowing.
(325) TUNE-Macgregor of Ruara's Lament. RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring"Farewell hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow! ('er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, Fell despair my fancy scizes. Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark oblivion join thee !"
Blythe was Shf. (328)
Blythe was she butt and ben:
And blythe in Glentwrit glen.
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonnier lass
Than braes O' Yarrow ever saw, Her looks were like a flower in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks o' Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
As ony lamb upon a lea;
As was the blink o' Phemie's ee.
And o'er the lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blythest lass
That ever trod the dewy green.
Biniland Tiarri. (326)
Fu' stately strode he on the plain :
Oh for him back again!
For Highland llarry back again. When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wanuer dovie up the glen: I sit me down and greet my fill,
And aye I wish him back again. Oh were some villians hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain ! Then I might see the joyfu' sight, My Highland Harry back again.
Musing on the Roaring Orrat. (327)
TUNE-Druimion Dubh. Musing on the roaring ocean
Which divides iny love and me; Wearying Heaven in warm devotion,
For his weal where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to nature's law,
Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye who never shed a tear,
Gaudy day to you is dear.
The Gallant Wraper.
TUNE—The Weaver's March.
He is a gallant weaver.
And I gied it to the weaver.
And gie it to the weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; While bees delight in op'ning flowers ! While corn grows green in simmer showers,
I'll love my gallant weaver.
WHEN JANUAR' WIND.
209 The Blade-red Rose at Yule man Blam. Donnie Castle Gardan, TUNE-To daunton me.
| Never bound by winter's chains; The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There cominix'd with foulest stains But an auld man shall never daunton me.
From tyranny's empurpled bands; To daunton me, and me so young,
These, their richly gleaming waves,
Give me the stream that sweetly laves
Spicy forests, ever gay,
Shading from the burning ray For a' his gold and white monie,
Hapless wretches sold to toil, An auld man shall never daunton me.
Or the ruthless native's way, His gear may buy him kye and yowes,
Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil; His gear may buy him glens and knowes;
Woods that ever verdant wave, But me he shall not buy nor fee,
I leave the tyrant and the slave: For an auld man shall never daunton me.
Give me the groves that lofty bravo
The storms by Castle-Gordon.
Wildly here without control,
Nature reigns and rules the whole;
In that sober pensive mood, ee-— That auld man shall never daunton me.
Dearest to the feeling soul,
She plants the forest, pours the flood :
Where waters flow and wild woods wave, 1 Rose-knù by Early Walk. (329)
By bonnie Castle-Gordon.
When Januar* Wind. (330)
TUNEThe Lass that made the Bed to Me All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fied,
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, In a' its crimson glory spread,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day,
By my good luck a maid I met, A little linnet fondly prest,
Just in the middle o' my care;
And kindly she did me invite
To walk into a chamber fair.
I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
And thank'd her for her courtesie,
I bow'd fu’low unto this maid,
And bade her mak a bed to me.
She made the bed baith large and wide, On trembling string or vocal air,
Wi' twa white hands she spread it down Shall sweetly pay the tender care
She put the cup to her rosy lips,
And drank, “Young man, now sleep yo
i soun'." And bless the parent's evening ray
She snatch'd the candle in her hand,
And frae my chanıber went wr' speed;
To lay some mair below my head.
A cod she laid below my head,
| Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, And served me wi' due respect; | When by his mighty warden And to salute her wi' a kiss,
My youth's returned to fair Strathspey, I put my arms about her neck.
And bonnie Castle-Gordon. “ Haud aff your hands, young man," she
Bonnie Ann, (331)
AIR-Ye gallants bright.
Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, Her teeth were like the ivorie;
Beware o' bonnie Ann; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
Her comely face sae fu' of grace, The lass that made the bed to me.
Your heart she will trepan.
Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Her bosom was the driven snaw,
Her skin is like the swan; Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ;
Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist, Her limbs the polish'd marble stane,
That sweetly ye might span. The lass that made the bed to me.
| Youth, grace, and love attendant move, I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
And pleasure leads the van: And aye she wist na what to say;
In a' their charms, and conquering arms, I laid her 'tween me and the wa'm
They wait on bonnie Ann. The lassie thought na lang till day.
The captive bands may chain the hands, Upon the morrow when we rose,
But love enslaves the man; I thank'd her for her courtesie;
Ye gallants braw, I red you a',
And said, “ Alas! ye've ruin'd me."
TUNE-On a Bank of Flowers. For ye aye shall mak the bed to me.”
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, She took her mither's Holland sheets,
For summer lightly drest, And made them a' in sarks to me:
The youthful blooming Nelly lay, Blythe and merry may she be,
With love and sleep opprest; The lass that made the bed to me.
When Willie, wand'ring thro' the woud, The bonnie lass made the bed to me,
Who for her favour oft had sued, The braw lass made the bed to me: He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'de I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,
And trembled where he stood. The lass that made the bed to me!
Her closed eyes like weapons sheath’d,
Were seal'd in soft repose;
It richer dy'd the rose.
The springing lilies sweetly prest,
Wild-waiton, kiss'd her rival breast; Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd The snaws the mountains cover;
His bosom ill at rest. Like winter on me seizes,
Her robes light waving in the breeze, Since my young Highland Rover
Her tender limbs embrace ; Far wanders Nations over.
Her lovely form, her native ease, Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
All harmony and grace: May Heaven be his warden,
Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
A faltering, ardent kiss lie stole; And bonnie Castle-Gordon !
He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd The trees now naked groaning,
And sigh'd his very soul. Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
As flies the partridge from the brake, The birdies dowie moaning,
On fear-inspired wings, Shall a' be blythely singing,
So Nelly starting, half awake, And every tinwer be sprii zing.
! Away affrighted springs:
The Young Highland Rover.
OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW.
211 But Willie follow'd, as he should,
The śmiling Spring.
TUNE--The Bonny Bell.
THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters, 3:19 Bonnie Marn. (332)
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the TUNE-Go fetch to me a Pint o' Wine.
morning, Go fetch to me a pint o'wine,
The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; And fill it in a silver tassie;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning, . That I may drink, before I go,
And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell. A service to my bonny lassie:
The flowery spring leads sunny summer, The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,
And yellow autumn presses near,
Till smiling spring again appear.
Old Time and Nature their changes tell, The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
But never ranging, still unchanging, The glittering spears are ranked ready ;
I adore my bonnie Bell. The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
The Lazy Fist.
TUNE—The Lazy Mist.
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
[rill; Concealing the course of the dark winding Ane Fond Kiss. (333) How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, TONE-Rory Dall's Port.
As autumn to winter resigns the pale year, ANE fond kiss and then we sever;
The forests are leafless, the ineadows are Ane fareweel, alas, for ever!
brown, Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
And all the gay foppery of summer is flown: Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Apart let me wander, apart let me muse, Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
How quick time is flying, how keen fate While the star of hope she leaves him ?
pursues ! Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
How long I have liv'd--but how much liv'd Dark despair around benights me.
in vaina! I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
How little of life's scanty span may remain! Naething could resist my Nancy
What aspects old Time, in his progress, has But to see her was to love her:
worn! Love but her, and love for ever.
What ties cruel fate in my bosom has torn! Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
How foolish, or worse, till our summit is Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
gain'd! Never met—or never parted,
And downward, how weaken'd, how darkWe had ne'er been broken-hearted.
en’d, how pain'd!
This life's not worth having with ail it can Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! For something beyond it poor man sure Fare the weel, thou best and dearest!
Of a the Dirts the Wind rau Blam.
(334) Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
The lassie I loe best:
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And mony a hill between;
Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her sweet and fair :
I hear her charm the air :
By fountain, shaw, or green,
But minds me o' my Jean.
Amang the leafy trees,
Bring hame the laden bees;
That's aye sae neat and clean; Ane smile o' her wad banish care,
Sae charming is my Jean!
Hae passed atween us twa!
That night she gaed awa!
To whom the heart is seen,
As my sweet lovely Jean
I The Chruallier's Lament. (336)
TUNE-Captain O’Kean. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
[the vale; The murm’ring streamlet winds clear thro' The hawthorn trees blow in the dew of the morning,
en dale: And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,
[by care? While the lingering moments are numbered No flowers gaily springing, nor birds
sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared, could it merit their
malice, A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills, and his right are
these vallies, Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none.
[forlorn ; But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, My brave gallant friends! 'tis your ruin I mourn!
[trialYour deeds proved so loyal in hot bloody Alas! I can make you no sweeter return!
Oh, were I un Parnassus' Hill. (335)
TUNE.—My Love is lost to me.
To sing how dear I love thee.
And write how dear I love thee.
How much, how dear, I love thee.
By heaven and earth I love thee!
I only live to love thee.
Till then-and then I love thee.
Pin Beart's in the Dighlauds.
TUNE-Failte na Miosg. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
[deer; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the Chasing the wild deer, and following the My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
(worth; The birth-place of valour, the country of Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
[below : Farewell to the straths and green vallies Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
. [floods. Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
[deer: My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the Chasing the wild deer, and following the
roeMy heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.