THE HILLS OF THE HIGHLANDS Her eyes outshine the star of night, Dear to the bowers of Ormadale. Let fortune soothe the heart of care, And in its blissful arms to live CXVI THE HILLS OF THE HIGHLANDS (WILLIAM NICHOLSON) WILL ye go to the Highlan's, my Mary, BLINK OVER THE BURN, MY SWEET BETTY A heart that once had loved like mine, A heart that once has throbb'd with thine. CXII BLINK OVER THE BURN, MY SWEET BETTY (ROBERT ALLAN) BLINK over the burn, my sweet Betty, The ringlets, my lovely young Betty, That wave o'er thy bonnie e'ebree, O, sweet is the bliss, my dear Betty, ELLEN CXIII ELLEN (WILLIAM GILLESPIE) THE moon shone in fits, And the tempest was roaring, The Storm Spirit shriek'd, And the fierce rain was pouring; Alone in her chamber, Fair Ellen sat sighing, The tapers burn'd dim, And the embers were dying. "The drawbridge is down, That spans the wide river; Can tempest divide, Whom death cannot sever? Unclosed is the gate, And those arms long to fold thee, 'Tis midnight, my love; O say, what can hold thee?" But scarce flew her words, ELLEN And loud was the yell, As he plunged in the billow, That maid knew it well, As she sprung from her pillow. She scream'd o'er the wall, But no help was beside her; And thrice to her view Rose the horse and his rider. She gazed at the moon, But the dark cloud pass'd over; She plunged in the stream, And she sank to her lover. Say, what is that flame, O'er the midnight deep beaming? And whose are those forms, In the wan moonlight gleaming? That flame gilds the wave, Which their pale corses cover; And those forms are the ghosts Of the maid and her lover. MY LASSIE WI' THE SUNNY LOCKS CXIV MY LASSIE WI' THE SUNNY LOCKS (ALLAN CUNNINGHAM) My lassie wi' the sunny locks My love's the balmy seed Of the garden's sweetest flower, By the golden sun and shower; Oh! lightsome are her looks And as sweet as sweet can be, She is the light of morning In ilka bodie's ee; And a drap o' dearest blood In this bosom to me. |