. Poems and songs . O MAY, THY MORN. O May, thy morn was neer sae sweet As the mirk night o December;For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber :And dear was she I darena name, But I will aye remember ;And dear was she I darena name, But I will aye remember. And heres to them, that like oursel, Can push about the jorum ;And heres to them that wish us weel, May a thats guid watch oer them!And heres to them, we darena tell, The dearest o the quorum ;And heres to them, we darena tell, The dearest o the quorum !. PHILLIS THE FAIR. I | Ne—?? Robin Adair. While larks with little wi
. Poems and songs . O MAY, THY MORN. O May, thy morn was neer sae sweet As the mirk night o December;For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber :And dear was she I darena name, But I will aye remember ;And dear was she I darena name, But I will aye remember. And heres to them, that like oursel, Can push about the jorum ;And heres to them that wish us weel, May a thats guid watch oer them!And heres to them, we darena tell, The dearest o the quorum ;And heres to them, we darena tell, The dearest o the quorum !. PHILLIS THE FAIR. I | Ne—?? Robin Adair. While larks with little wing Fannd the pure air,Tasting the breathing spring, Forth I did fare :Gay the suns golden eyePeepd oer the mountains highSuch thy morn ! did 1 cry, Phillis the fair. D D PHILLIS THE FAIR. In each birds careless song, Glad did I share ;While yon wild flowrs among, Chance led me there :Sweet to the opening day,Rosebuds bent the dewy spray ;Such thy bloom ! did I say, Phillis the fair. Down in a shady walk, Doves cooing were,I markd the cruel hawk Caught in a snare :So kind may Fortune be,Such make his destiny,He who would injure thee, Phillis the fair. O, WAT YE WHAS IN YON TOWN. Tune— Ill gang nae mair to yon town. O, wat ye whas in yon town,Ye see the eenin sun upon ? The fairest dames in yon town,That eenin sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw,She wanders by yon spreading tree ; How blest, ye flowrs that round her blaw,Ye catch the glances o her ee !
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