Poems & songs . oy it. O mount and go, Mount and make you ready;O mount and go, And be the Captains Lady. THE BANKS OF NITH. Tune—Robie donna Gorach. The Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand;But sweeter flows the Nith, to me, Where Cummins ance had high commandWhen shall I see that honourd land, That winding stream I love so dear!Must wayward fortunes adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here 1 How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom !How sweetly wind thy sloping dales, Where lambkins wanton thro the broom !Tho wandering, now, mus
Poems & songs . oy it. O mount and go, Mount and make you ready;O mount and go, And be the Captains Lady. THE BANKS OF NITH. Tune—Robie donna Gorach. The Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand;But sweeter flows the Nith, to me, Where Cummins ance had high commandWhen shall I see that honourd land, That winding stream I love so dear!Must wayward fortunes adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here 1 How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom !How sweetly wind thy sloping dales, Where lambkins wanton thro the broom !Tho wandering, now, must be my doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes,May there my latest hours consume, Amang the friends of early days ! TAM GLEN. Tune—Tarn Glen. My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie ! Some counsel unto me come len,To anger them a is a pity, But what will I do wi Tam Glen ! TAM GLEN. 205 Im thinking, wi sic a braw fallow,In poortith I might mak a fen; What care I in riches to wallow,If I mauna marry Tam Glen ?. Theres Lowrie the laird o Drumeller, Guid day to you, brute ! he comes ben : He brags and he blaws o his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen 1 206 SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. My minnie does constantly deave me,And bids me beware o young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me,But wha can think sae o Tam Glen 1 My daddie says, gin Ill forsake him,Hell gie me guid hunder marks ten : But, if its ordaind I maun take him,O wha will I get but Tam Glen ? Yestreen at the Valentines dealing,My heart to my mou gied a sten; For thrice I drew ane without failing,And thrice it was written—Tam Glen. The last Halloween I lay waukinMy droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; His likeness cam up the house staukin,And the very grey breeks o Tam Glen. Come counsel, dear Tittie ! dont tarry—Ill gie ye my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marryThe lad I loe dearly, Tam Glen. IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE. Tune—The Maids complaint. It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, Nor shape,
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