Where fient a stand in a' the land, Then tak leg-bail, an' fare-ye-weel, Your motley group an' a', Geordie ; There's mony a ane has rued the day That ye cam here ava, Geordie. Up an' rin awa', Geordie, Up an' rin awa', Geordie, For fient a stand in all England Your Whigs dare mak ava, Geordie! MY LOVE'S BONNY Is sung by the country people to a fine ballad air, but has never been set to music. It is introduced in character in one of my printed dramas, but I have forgot which, and cannot find it. My love's bonny as bonny can be, My love's blithe as the bird on the tree; And I'll whisper a vow, whatever betide, Her breath is as sweet as the fragrant shower Like my love's cheek in the morning. Her eye is the blue-bell of the spring, Her hair is the black bird's bonny wing; To her dear side, oh! how I'll cling, On our greenwood walk in the morning. THE GLOAMIN' Is one of my very earliest songs. The futile efforts of an untutored muse to reach the true pathetic are quite palpable, and bordering on the ridiculous.-It has never been set to music. THE gloamin' frae the welkin high Had chased the bonny gouden gleam ; Lay mirror'd on the tinted stream; She saw the dear, the little cot, That forced her frae that hame to fly. Though blithe an' mild the e'ening smiled, Her heart was rent wi' anguish keen; The mavis ceased his music wild, And wonder'd what her plaint could mean. A fringe was round the orient drawn, The dowy dell, the greenwood tree, With all their inmates, seem'd to mourn; Sweet Ellen's tears they doughtna see, There were no words to give it name; Her aged parents' hearts were broke, That hame could she ne'er enter mair, Pour'd frae the heart so fervently. |