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Take away these rosy lips,

Rich with balmy treasure : Turn away thine eyes of love,

Lest I die with pleasure. What is life when wanting love?

Night without a morning : Love's the cloudless summer sun,

Nature gay adorning.

| 'Tis not Maria’s whispering call;

'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale, Mix'd with some warbler's dying fall,

The dewy stars of eve to hail. It is Maria's voice I hear !

So calls the woodlark in the grove, His little faithful mate to cheer!

At once 'tis music and 'tis love. And art thou come ?-and art thou true ?

Oh welcome, dear to love and me And let us all our vows renew,

Along the flowery banks of Cree.

Mņ šponse, Ilanin.

TUNE~My Jo Junet. “HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,

Nor longer idly rave, sir; Tho' I am your wedded wire,

Yet I am not your slave, sir." “One of two must still obey,

Nancy, Nancy ;
Is it man, or womnan, say,

My spouse, Nancy ?”
“If 'tis still the lordly word,

Service and obedience ;
I'll desert my sov’reign lord,

And so good-bye allegiance !" “ Sad will I be, so bereft,

Nancy, Nancy,
Yet I'll try to make a shift,

My spouse, Nancy."
“My poor heart then break it must,

My last hour I'm near it: When you lay me in the dust,

Think, think how you will bear it." “I will hope and trust in heaven,

Nancy, Nancy,
Strength to bear it will be given,

My spouse, Nancy.”
“Well, sir, from the silent dead,

Still I'll try to daunt you; Ever round your midnight bed

Horrid sprites shall haunt you." " I'll wed another like my dear,

Nancy, Nancy;
Then all hell will fly for fear,

My spouse, Nancy."

On the bras and Far tway.

TUNE-Oer the hills, &c.
How can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my sailor lad ?
How can I the thought forego,
He's on the seas to meet the foe?
Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day
Are with him that's far away.

CHORUS.
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day

Are aye with him that's far away.
When in summer's noon I faint,
As weary flocks around me pant,
Haply in the scorching sun
My sailor's thund'ring at his gun;
Bullets spare my only joy!
Bullets, spare my darling boy!
Fate, do with me what you may,
Spare but him that's far away!
At the starless midnight hour,
When winter rules with boundless power;
As the storms the forest tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I canI weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.
Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And bid wild war his ravage end,
Man with brother man to meet,
And as a brother kindly greet:
Then may Heaven with prosperous gales,
Fill my sailor's welcome sails,
To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away.

The Banks of Crre.

TUNE-The Banks of Cree. HERE is the glen, and here the bower,

All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has toll'd the hour,

Oh, what can stay my lovely maid ?

Ga the Yomes to the Knomes.

CHORUS.
CA' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,

My bonnie dearie.
Hark the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,

My bonnie dearie.
We'll gae down by Clouden side
Thro' the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves that sweetly glide

To the moon sae clearly, Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where at moonshine, midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers,

Fairies dance sae cheery.

| Hers are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering beauty's sovereign law; And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she loes me best of a'. Let others love the city,

And gaudy show at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon Fair beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes his sang There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove

By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love,

And say thou loes me best of a'!

Thou’rt to love and heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,

My bonnie dearie.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die--but cama part,

My bonnie dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my ee,

Ye shall be my dearie.

baw 1e my Philly? TUNE-When she cam ben she bobbit. On, saw ye my dear, my Philly? Oh, saw ye my dear, my Philly ? She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love

She winna come hame to her Willie. What says she, my dearest, my Philly? What says she, my dearest, my Philly ? She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot

And for ever disowns thee, her Willy. Oh, had I ne'er seen thee, my Philly! Oh, had I ne'er seen thee. my Philly! As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair,

Thou's broken the heart o' thy Willy.

She says she lors me Best of l'.

TUNE---Onagh’s Lock. SAE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue. Her smiling, sae wiling,

Would make a wretch forget his woe: What pleasure, what treasure,

Bow Long and Drrarn is the Ilight?

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TUNE-Cauld kail in Aberdeen.
How long and dreary is the night

When I am frae my dearie ?
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho’I we're ne'er sae weary.

CHORUS.
For oh! her lanely nights are lang,

And oh! her dreams are eerie,
And oh! her widow'd heart is sair.

That's absent frae her dearie.
When I think on the lightsome days

I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie ?

For oh! &c.
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours!

Such was my Chloris' bonnie face,

When first her bonnie face I saw, And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she loes me best of a'. Like harmony her motion;

Her pretty ancle is a spy Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky. Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and graceful air; Ilk feature-auld nature

Declared that she could do nae mair.

It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie.

For oh! &c.