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Thou tells o' never-ending care;

O' speechless grief, and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
my poor heart is broken.

Or

ON CHLORIS BEING ILL

Tune-" Aye wauken O."
Chorus-Long, long the night,

Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul's delight

Is on her bed of sorrow.

CAN I cease to care?

Can I cease to languish,
While my darling Fair

Is on the couch of anguish?
Long, long, &c.

Ev'ry hope is fled,

Ev'ry fear is terror;

Slumber ev'n I dread,

Ev'ry dream is horror.
Long, long, &c.

Hear me, Powers Divine!
O, in pity, hear me !

Take aught else of mine,

But my Chloris

spare me!

Long, long, &c.

HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS

Tune-"John Anderson, my jo."

How cruel are the parents

Who riches only prize,

Chloris ill

Sweet simplicity

And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!
Meanwhile, the hapless daughter
Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant father's hate-
Become a wretched wife.

The ravening hawk pursuing,
The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin,
Awhile her pinions tries;
Till, of escape despairing,

No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless falconer,
And drops beneath his feet.

MARK YONDER POMP OF COSTLY
FASHION

Air-"Deil tak the wars.

MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar'd with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.

What are the showy treasures,

What are the noisy pleasures?

The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art:

The polish'd jewels blaze

May draw the wond'ring gaze;

And courtly grandeur bright

The fancy may delight,

But never, never can come near the heart.

But did you see my dearest Chloris,

In simplicity's array;

Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day.

O then, the heart alarming,

And all resistless charming,

In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!

Ambition would disown

The world's imperial crown,

Ev'n Avarice would deny

His worshipp'd deity,

And feel thro' every vein Love's raptures roll.

"TWAS NA HER BONIE BLUE E'E

Tune-"Laddie, lie near me."

undoin'

"Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin,
Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my
'Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
"Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o'
kindness:

'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o'
kindness.

Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me,
But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest,
And thou'rt the angel that never can alter—
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter :
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.

Lasting

love

Scotland THEIR GROVES O' SWEET MYRTLE

yet!

Tune-"Humours of Glen." ·

THEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon,

Where bright-beaming summers exalt the per

fume;

Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,
Wi' the burn stealing under the lang, yellow
broom.

Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowèrs
Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk, lowly,

unseen;

For there, lightly tripping among the wild flowers,
A-list'ning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.

Tho' rich is the breeze in their gay, sunny valleys,
And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the
proud palace,

What are they?—the haunt of the Tyrant and
Slave.

The Slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling
fountains,

The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain;
He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains,
Save Love's willing fetters-the chains of his
Jean.

FORLORN, MY LOVE, NO COM-
FORT NEAR

Air-"Let me in this ae night."

FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;

Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
At which I most repine, Love.

Chorus-O wert thou, Love, but near me !
But near, near, near me,

How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
And mingle sighs with mine, Love.

Around me scowls a wintry sky,
Blasting each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I
Save in these arms of thine, Love.
O wert thou, &c.

Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
To poison Fortune's ruthless dart-
Let nie not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, Love.
O wert thou, &c.

But, dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet;
That only ray of solace sweet,

Can on thy Chloris shine, Love!
O wert thou, &c.

WHY, WHY TELL THY LOVER

Tune "Caledonian Hunt's delight."

WHY, why tell thy lover

Bliss he never must enjoy?

Why, why undeceive him,

And give all his hopes the lie?

Forlorn and far

away

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