THE moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree,
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; When soft and low a voice was heard, "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!"
She from her pillow gently raised
Her head to ask who there might be, And saw young Sandy shivering stand, With visage pale, and hollow e'e. "O, Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies beneath a stormy sea, Far, far from thee I sleep in death, So, Mary, weep no more for me!
"Three stormy nights and stormy days
We tossed upon the raging main;
And long we strove our bark to save,
But all our striving was in vain.
Even then, when horror chilled my blood,
My heart was filled with love for thee
The storm is past, and I at rest,
So, Mary, weep no more for me!
"O maiden dear, thyself prepare;
We soon shall meet upon that shore
Where love is free from doubt and care,
And thou and I shall part no more!"
Loud crowed the cock, the shadow fled:
No more of Sandy could she see,
But soft the passing spirit said,
"Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!"
My heart is sair-I dare na tell-
My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake of somebody.
Oh-hon, for somebody!
Oh-hey, for somebody!
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody!
COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
Oh, sweetly smile on somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody.
Oh-hon, for somebody!
Oh-hey, for somebody!
I wad do-what wad I not!
For the sake o' somebody!
GIN a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I!
Yet a' the lads they smile at me,
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel';
But whaur his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.
THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSELEE
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin frae the town,
Gin a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I!
Yet a' the lads they smile at me,
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain,
I dearly lo'e mysel';
But whaur his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.
THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSE
THE sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw,
But sweeter far on Woodhouselee,
And dear I like his setting beam
For sake o' ane sae dear to me.
It was nae simmer's fairy scenes,
In a' their charming luxury,
But Beauty's sel' that won my heart,
The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee.
THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSELEE
Sae winnin' was her witchin' smile,
Sae piercin' was her coal-black e'e,
Sae sarely wounded was my heart,
That had na wish sic ills to dree;
In vain I strave in beauty's chains,
I cou'd na keep my fancy free,
She gat my heart sae in her thrall,
The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee.
The bonnie knowes, sae yellow a',
Where aft is heard the hum of bee,
The meadow green, and breezy hill,
Where lambkins sport sae merrilie,
May charm the weary, wand'rin' swain,
When e'enin' sun dips in the sea,
But a' my heart, baith e'en and morn,
Is wi' the lass o' Woodhouselee.
The flowers that kiss the wimplin' burn, And dew-clad gowans on the lea,
The water-lily on the lake,
Are but sweet emblems a' of thee; And while in summer smiles they bloom, Sae lovely, and sae fair to see,
I'll woo their sweets, e'en for thy sake, The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee.
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