VII THE TENDER NORTH Though from the North the damsel came, All Spring is in her breast, But sun-shine all the rest. Anon. Robbie's Sum of the Whole Matter HERE'S nought but care on every han', THE In every hour that passes, O! What signifies the life of man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O! Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, The warly race may riches chase, Green grow the rashes, O! But gie me a canny hour at e'en, For you sae douse, wha sneer at this, Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Robert Burns The Powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie. Robert Burns Mary Morison o O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Yestreen, when to the trembling string O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace If love for love thou wilt na gie, Robert Burns Jeanie Morrison I'VE "VE wandered east, I've wandered west, But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Still fling their shadows ower my path, As memory idly summons up The blythe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time-sad time! twa bairns at scule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. |