HARPER OF MULL

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HARPER OF MULL

(ROBERT TANNAHILL)

WHEN Rosie was faithful, how happy was I! Still gladsome as summer the time glided by: I play'd my heart cheery, while fondly I

sang

Of the charms of my Rosie the winter nights

lang:

But now I'm as waefu' as waefu' can be, Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane to

me,

For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul,

That cheerless for aye is the Harper of Mull.

I wander the glens and the wild woods alane,

In their deepest recesses I make my sad

mane;

My harp's mournful melody joins in the

strain,

While sadly I sing of the days that are

gane.

HARPER OF MULL

Though Rosie is faithless, she's no the less

fair,

And the thoughts of her beauty but feed my despair;

With painful remembrance my bosom is full, And weary of life is the Harper of Mull.

As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountain

stream,

My lovely young Rosie appear'd in my dream;

I thought her still kind, and I ne'er was sae

blest,

As in fancy I clasp'd the dear nymph to my

breast;

Thou false fleeting vision, too soon thou wert o'er,

Thou wak'dst me to tortures unequall'd before;

But death's silent slumbers my griefs soon shall lull,

And the green grass wave over the Harper of Mull.

IF DOUGHTY DEEDS MY LADY PLEASE

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IF DOUGHTY DEEDS MY LADY PLEASE

(ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE)

IF doughty deeds my lady please,
Right soon I'll mount my steed:
And strong his arm, and fast his seat,
That bares frae me the meed.

I'll wear thy colors in my cap,
Thy picture in my heart;

And he that bends not to thine eye,
Shall rue it to his smart.

Then tell me how to woo thee, love,
O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take
Though ne'er another trow me.

If gay attire delight thine eye,
I'll dight me in array;

I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day.

If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,
These sounds I'll strive to catch;
Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,
That voice that nane can match.

THE LAND O' THE LEAL

But if fond love thy heart can gain,
I never broke a vow;

Nae maiden lays her skaith to me;
I never loved but you.
For you alone I ride the ring,
For you I wear the blue;
For you alone I strive to sing-
O tell me how to woo!

LII

THE LAND O' THE LEAL

(LADY NAIRNE)

I'm wearin awa', John,

Like snaw wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin' awa'

To the land o' the leal.

There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn's there, John,
She was baith gude and fair, John,
And oh! we grudged her sair

To the land o' the leal.

THE LAND O' THE LEAL

But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
And joy's a-comin' fast, John,
The joy that's aye to last

In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear's that joy was bought, John,
Sae free the battle fought, John,
That sinfu' man e'er brought

To the land o' the leal.

Oh! dry your glistn'ing e'e, John,
My soul langs to be free, John,
And angels beckon me

To the land o' the leal.

Oh! haud ye leal and true, John,
Your day it's wearin' thro', John,
And I'll welcome you

To the land o' the leal.

Now fare ye weel, my ain John,
This world's cares are vain, John,
We'll meet, and aye be fain,

In the land o' the leal.