BEHOLD THE HOUR. TUNE-Oran Gaoil. BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; But fate has willed, and we must part. Yon distant isle will often hail : There latest marked her vanished sail." While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Where now my Nancy's path may be! While through thy sweets she loves to stray, THOU hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me ever; oft I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken; lover eyes more WHERE ARE THE JOYS? TUNE-Saw ye my Father? WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, Where is the peace that awaited my wandering, No more a-winding the course of yon river, Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses, Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish, DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE. TUNE-The Collier's Bonnie Lassie. DELUDED Swain, the pleasure Is but a fairy treasure Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. The billows on the ocean, The breezes idly roaming, The clouds' uncertain motion- Oh! art thou not ashamed Go, find an honest fellow; Good claret set before thee: MY SPOUSE NANCY. TUNE-My Joe Janet. "HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, "One of two must still obey, Is it man, or woman, say, "If 'tis still the lordly word, "Sad will I be, so bereft, Yet I'll try to make a shift, "My poor heart then break it must, Think, think how you will bear it." "I will hope and trust in Heaven, Strength to bear it will be given, "Well, sir, from the silent dead, "I'll wed another like my dear, Nancy, Nancy; you." Then THE SP'RITES will fly for fear, THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS. THE lovely lass o' Inverness, A waeful day it was to me! no salt, blinds, eye Their winding sheet the bluidy clay, Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, woeful bloody eye woe many, sore A RED, RED ROSE. O MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's sweetly played in tune. And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. love go OUT OVER THE FORTH. TUNE-Charlie Gordon's welcome hame. OUT over the Forth I look to the north, But what is the north and its Highlands to me The south nor the east gie ease to my breast, But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be ; For far in the west lives he I loe best, The lad that is dear to my babie and me. LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE? TUNE-Louis, what reck 1 by thee? LOUIS, what reck I by thee, Let her crown my love her law, SOMEBODY! TUNE-For the sake of Somebody. My heart is sair-I dare na tell- give go bankrupt, fellows sooth, away thief-beggars sore I could wake a winter night I could range the world around, Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, Frae ilka danger keep him free, I wad do-what wad I not? WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? WILT thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, By the treasure of my soul, I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie. Lassie, say thou loes me; Thou, for thine may choose me, Trusting that thou loes me. LOVELY POLLY STEWART. TUNE-Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart. O LOVELY Polly Stewart O charming Polly Stewart! There's not a flower that blooms in May That's half so fair as thou art. from every would lovest not, own will not, cannot The flower it blaws, it fades and fa's, blows, falls And art can ne'er renew it; But worth and truth eternal youth Will give to Polly Stewart. May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms, fold To him be given to ken the heaven know He grasps in Polly Stewart. |