. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . be re - i.^a to Lceh • a - b«r n© or r^ -ii^E=-l=pil?=S3 more. These tears that I shed they are ??:z!i:=fi iiiirg a for my dear, And no for the dangers at- tend-ing on weir; The borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, May- be to re - tiirn to Lodia - b^r no more. 68 Tho hurricanes rise, and raise evry wind,Theyll neer make a tempest like that in my mind ^Tho loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,Thats naethin^o like leaving my love on the leave thee b
. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . be re - i.^a to Lceh • a - b«r n© or r^ -ii^E=-l=pil?=S3 more. These tears that I shed they are ??:z!i:=fi iiiirg a for my dear, And no for the dangers at- tend-ing on weir; The borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, May- be to re - tiirn to Lodia - b^r no more. 68 Tho hurricanes rise, and raise evry wind,Theyll neer make a tempest like that in my mind ^Tho loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,Thats naethin^o like leaving my love on the leave thee behind me my heart is sair paind,But by ease thats mglonous no fame can be gaind jAnd beauty and loves the reward of the brave ;And I maun deserve it before I can crave. Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse;Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ?Without it, I neer can have merit for thee,And losing thy favour Id better not gae, then, my lass, to win glory and fame,And if I should chance to come gloriously hamejIll bring a heart to thee with love running oer,And then Ill leave thee and Lochaber no more». 69 The Blatlirie ot. i?e3 ->4 iz: When I think on this warlds irri i^i^i pelf, And the lit - - tie wee share I hae ot to myself, And how the lass that wants it is -4*-^- by the lads for - got, May the shame fa the ^_^^ gear and the blathrie ot. 70 Jockie was the laddie that held the pleugh,But now hes got gowd and gear eneugh ;He thhiks nae mair o me that wears the plaiden coat:May the shame, &c. Jenny was the lassie that mucked the byre,Eut now she is clad in hex silken attire ; , ? And Jockie says he loes her, and swearshesme forgot:May the shame, &:c. But a this shall never daunton me,As langs I keep my fancy free;For the lad thats sae inconstant, he is not worth agroat :May the shame, Sec. The Broom of Cowdenknows. ?^
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