THERE GROWS A BONNIE BRIER BUSH Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, where aft ye have been, Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, to Atholl's green, O'er weel ye lo'ed the dancin' at Carlisle ha', And forgot the hieland hills, that were far awa'. I ne'er lo'ed a dance but on Atholl's green, I ne'er lo'ed a lassie, but my dorty Jean, Sair, sair against my will, did I bide sae lang awa', And my heart was aye in Atholl's green, at Carlisle ha'. The brier bush was bonnie ance in our kail yard, The brier bush was bonnie ance in our kail yard, A blast blew ower the hill, that ga'e Atholl's flowers a chill, An the bloom's blawn aff the bonnie bush in our kail yard. SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS XLV SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS (ROBERT BURNS) SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue, Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure, Unto those rosy lips to grow; Such was my Chloris' bonnie face, When first her bonnie face I saw, An' aye my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she lo'es me best of a'. Like harmony her motion; Her pretty ankle is a spy Betraying fair proportion, Wad make a saint forget the sky. Sae warming, sae charming, Her faultless form and graceful air; Ilk feature-auld nature Declared that she could do nae mair. THE SKYLARK Hers are the willing chains o' love, Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon; Gi'e me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon; Fair beaming, and streaming, Her silver lights the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amorous thrush concludes his sang. There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, An' hear my vows o' truth and love, An' say thou lo'es me best of a'. XLVI THE SKYLARK (JAMES HOGG) BIRD of the wilderness, Blythesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblems of happiness, Blessed is thy dwelling-place, Oh! to abide in the desert with thee! THE SKYLARK Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud; Love gives its energy, love gave it birth; Where on the dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day; Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, hie, hie thee away! Then when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Bird of the wilderness, Bless'd is thy dwelling-place, Oh! to abide in the desert with thee. YOUNG LOCHINVAR XLVII YOUNG LOCHINVAR (SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.) Он, young Lochinvar is come out of the west; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, wed the fair Ellen of brave Was to wed the fair Lochinvar. |