WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST? VI WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST? (SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.) WHERE shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever, From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow; Where early violets die, Under the willow. Eleu loro. Soft shall be his pillow. There through the summer day, There thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never, Eleu loro. Never, O never. WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST? Where shall the traitor rest, Who could win maiden's breast, In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying, Eleu loro. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, By his grave ever; Eleu loro. Never, O never. HIGHLAND MARY VII HIGHLAND MARY (ROBERT BURNS) YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfauld her robes, How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, JESSIE, THE PLOWER O' DUNBLANE But, oh! fell Death' untimely frost, Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, Oh, pale, pale now those rosy lips, An' clos'd for aye the sparkling glance VIII JESSIE, THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE (ROBERT TANNAHILL) THE sun has gone down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, While lanely I stray in the calm summer gloamin' To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower of Dunblane. |