. Poems and songs . HAD I A CAVE. Had T a cave on some wild, distant shore,Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar, There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close,Neer to wake more. Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare,All thy fond plighted vows—fleeting as air? To thy new lover hie, Laugh oer thy perjury, Then in thy bosom tryWhat peace is there !. WHISTLE, AND ILL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O whistle, and Fll come to you, my lad:O whistle, and FU come to you, my lad-Though father and mUher and d should gay. MEIKLE THINKS MY LUVE. TUNE— My Tochers

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. Poems and songs . HAD I A CAVE. Had T a cave on some wild, distant shore,Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar, There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close,Neer to wake more. Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare,All thy fond plighted vows—fleeting as air? To thy new lover hie, Laugh oer thy perjury, Then in thy bosom tryWhat peace is there !. WHISTLE, AND ILL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O whistle, and Fll come to you, my lad:O whistle, and FU come to you, my lad-Though father and mUher and d should gay. MEIKLE THINKS MY LUVE. TUNE— My Tochers the Jewel 0 meikle thinks my luve o my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o my kin ;But little thinks my

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