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WHY WEEPS YON HIGHLAND MAID ?
This song was written to a cramp air sent me by Smith. It is, however, very beautiful and pathetic.
Why weeps yon Highland maid
Or are the blood drops there?
Why should the young and fair
Stranger, that Highland plaid
He is, alas! no more:
Well o'er a lover's pall,
Where now her clansman true,
Where is the bonnet blue,
Fearless through fire and smoke ?
Stranger, our fate deplore,
MY EMMA, MY DARLING.
I have nothing to tell about this one at all ; for I do not remember aught about it, save that I think it is in one of the Musical Bijous.
My Emma, my darling, from winter's domain
Mute nature is lovely in earth and in sky,
'Mongst these could I love thee, and that love enjoy,
THE MERMAID'S SONG
Consists here only of the singing verses of a long ballad which I wrote many years ago, in the house of Mr Aitken, then living at Dunbar. The original ballad is to be found printed in some work, but where I know not. The air is my own, but I cannot boast much of it: it is rather humdrum. It was first arranged by young Gow, and latterly by Dewar, in Mr Purdie's edition of the Border Garland.
LIE still, my love, lie still and sleep,
Long is thy night of sorrow;
Shall meet thee on the morrow.
But 0, when shall that morrow be,
When my true love shall waken,
Amid the moorland braken ?