Poems & songs . That night she gaed awa !The powers aboon can only ken, To whom the heart is seen,That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean ! THE CHEVALIERS LAMENT. Tune—Captain Cf Kean. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale; The hawthorn trees blow, in the dew of the morning,And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale : But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, While the lingering moments are numberd by care 1No flowrs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless de
Poems & songs . That night she gaed awa !The powers aboon can only ken, To whom the heart is seen,That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean ! THE CHEVALIERS LAMENT. Tune—Captain Cf Kean. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale; The hawthorn trees blow, in the dew of the morning,And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale : But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, While the lingering moments are numberd by care 1No flowrs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice,A king, and a father, to place on his throne 1 His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys,Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none But tis not my sufferings thus wretched,—forlorn, My brave gallant friends ! tis your ruin I mourn jYour deeds provd so loyal in hot-bloody trial— Alas ! can I make you no sweeter return 1. SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. How can I the thought forego %Hes on the seas to meet the me wander, let me rove,Still my heart is with my love :Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,Are with him thats far away. On the seas and far away,On stormy seas and far away;Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,Are aye with him thats far away. When in summer noon I faint,As weary flocks around me pant,Haply in this scorching sunMy sailors thundring at his gun :Bullets, spare my only joy !Bullets, spare my darling boy!Fate do with me what you may—Spare but him thats far away. At the starless midnight hour, When winter rules with boundless power ; As the storms the forest tear, And thunders rend the howling air, Listening to the doubling roar, Surging on the rocky shore, All I can—I weep and pray, For his weal thats far away. Peace, thy olive wand extend, And bid wild war his ravage end, Man with brother man to meet, And as a brother kindly greet: Then may heaven with prosprous gale
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