ROSLIN CASTLE Since heaven had dealt to me a routh, Straight to the kirk I led her, There plighted her my faith and troth, And a young lady made her. XVII ROSLIN CASTLE (RICHARD HEWITT) 'TWAS in that season of the year, Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung, Awake sweet muse! the breathing spring To Nanny raise the cheerful lay, ROSLIN CASTLE O hark, my love, on ev'ry spray O come, my love! thy Colin's lay, Come while the muse this wreath shall twine Around that modest brow of thine. O hither haste, and with thee bring And charm this ravish'd breast of mine! O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE XVIII O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE (From Herd's MS.) O GIN my love were yon red rose, Down on that red rose I would fa'. O my love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie; She looks and smiles again to me. O gin my love were a pickle of wheat, And I mysel' a bonnie wee bird, Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee. O my love's bonnie, &c. O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd, I wad open the kist whene'er I list, O my love's bonnie, &c. GIN YE MEET A BONNIE LASSIE XIX GIN YE MEET A BONNIE LASSIE (ALLAN RAMSAY) GIN ye meet a bonnie lassie, Gi'e her a kiss and let her gae; And lay ye twa-fauld ower a rung. Sweet youth's a blythe and heartsome time: Then, lads and lasses, while it's May, Watch the saft minutes o' delight, When Jenny speaks beneath her breath, And kisses, layin' a' the wyte On you if she kep ony skaith. Haith, ye're ill-bred, she'll smilin' say, LOCHABER NO MORE Her lauch will lead ye to the place, Now to her heavin' bosom cling, Are of kind heaven's indulgent grant; XX LOCHABER NO MORE (ALLAN RAMSAY) FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I ha'e mony a day been; To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. These tears that I shed, they're a' for my dear, And no for the dangers attending on war, Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. |