Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . —Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn ; My true-love sighed for sorrow,And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! O green, said 1, are Yarrows holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing !Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, But we will leave it hilly path and open strath Well wander Scodand thorough ;But, though so near, we will not turn Into the dale of Yarrow. Let beeves and home-bred kinc partake The sweets of Burn-mill
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . —Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn ; My true-love sighed for sorrow,And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! O green, said 1, are Yarrows holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing !Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, But we will leave it hilly path and open strath Well wander Scodand thorough ;But, though so near, we will not turn Into the dale of Yarrow. Let beeves and home-bred kinc partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow ;The swan on still Saint Marys Lake Float double, swan and shadow !We will not see them ; will not go To-day, nor yet to-morrow ;Enough if in our hearts we know Theres such a place as Yarrow. Yarrow stream unseen, unknown ; It must, or we shall rue it :We have a vision of our own, Ah ! why should we undo it ?The treasured dreams of times long past, Well keep them, winsome marrow !For when were there, although tis fair, , Twill be another Yarrow ! If care with freezing years should come And wandering seem but folly,—Shou
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