Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ten and his virtues live !Great power from God had fallen on this peasant, and his poems,as long as Scotland remains .Scotland, will live in the nationalheart and there be cherished. OF A THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. Of a the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West,For there the bonnie lassie lives. The lassie I loe best:There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ;But day and night my fancys flight Is ever wi my Jean. I see her in t
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ten and his virtues live !Great power from God had fallen on this peasant, and his poems,as long as Scotland remains .Scotland, will live in the nationalheart and there be cherished. OF A THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. Of a the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West,For there the bonnie lassie lives. The lassie I loe best:There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ;But day and night my fancys flight Is ever wi my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair :I hear her in the tunefu birds, I hear her charm the air :Theres not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green,Theres not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o my Jean. O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft Amang the leafy trees ;Wi balmy gale frae hill and dale Bring hame the laden bees ;And bring the lassie back to me Thats aye sae neat and clean ;Ae smile o her wad banish care, Sae charming is my Jean. * Points of the compass. 97 . o . V. - ^ Cfa« >*l ^• 4 !4^.^ - What sighs and vows amang the knowcs Hae passed atween us twa !How fond to meet, how wac to part 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 ! ^o- f. ~<Cv ^ Vrs. vJ A ROSEBUD BY MY EARLY WALK. A rose-bud by my early walk,Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o dawn are fled,In a its crimson glory drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. Within the bush, her covert nest A little linnet fondly prest, The dew sat chilly on her breast Sae early in the morning. She soon shall see her tender pride, the pleasure o the wood,Amang the fresh green leaves bedewed,Awake the early morning. So thou, dear bird, young Jeanie fair!On trembling string or vocal airShal
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