. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. morrow, While my souls delight Is on her bed of sorrow*, ?f Jean Lorimer. Bl HNS COUBESPONDEXCE. Every hope is Bed, Ever] fear is terror;Slumber even I dread, Every dream is , long the night, &c. Hear me, Powrs li. in pity hear me !Take aught else of mine, But my < ihloris spare me !Long, long the night, &c. How do you like the foregoing The Irish air,Humours of Glen, is a great favourite of mine, andas, except the silly stuff in the Poor Soldier, there arenot any decent verses for
. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. morrow, While my souls delight Is on her bed of sorrow*, ?f Jean Lorimer. Bl HNS COUBESPONDEXCE. Every hope is Bed, Ever] fear is terror;Slumber even I dread, Every dream is , long the night, &c. Hear me, Powrs li. in pity hear me !Take aught else of mine, But my < ihloris spare me !Long, long the night, &c. How do you like the foregoing The Irish air,Humours of Glen, is a great favourite of mine, andas, except the silly stuff in the Poor Soldier, there arenot any decent verses for it, I have written for it asfollows:— CALEDONIA. AsnvMiNh i The Humour- H a ? lag uii - Jt-r the laog yel i denrer to me are yon humble broom bowei-s, Where the blue-bell and gowanlurk low-ly un-seeii;Fot there, light -ly trip-ping a-mang the* K^ *—^-i-^^*-*^,-J-#-#—*^-—^r- Their groves o sweet myrtle let top u, Wheretrightbeaming r^rzfc ^^^S^^^^S^^g^z^ summers ex-alt the perfume; For dear - er to i leno* green A i n the lin - net, ait wanders my Jean.* Forthere, lightly tripping EE3 a - uuuig the wild flov-en, A - listening the linnt Tho rich is the b
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