Poems & songs . SS. AN UNFINISHED SKETCH. There was a bonnie lass,And a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she loed her bonnie laddie dear,Till wars loud alarmsTore her laddie frae her arms, Wi mony a sigh and a tear. Over sea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar,He still was a stranger to fear; And nocht could him quail, Or his bosom assail,But the bonnie lass he loed sae dear. YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A THE PLAIN. Tune—The Carlin o the Glen. Young Jamie, pride of a the plain,Sae gallant and sae gay a swain;Thro a our lasses he did rove,And reignd resistless king of love :But now wi sighs and starti
Poems & songs . SS. AN UNFINISHED SKETCH. There was a bonnie lass,And a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she loed her bonnie laddie dear,Till wars loud alarmsTore her laddie frae her arms, Wi mony a sigh and a tear. Over sea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar,He still was a stranger to fear; And nocht could him quail, Or his bosom assail,But the bonnie lass he loed sae dear. YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A THE PLAIN. Tune—The Carlin o the Glen. Young Jamie, pride of a the plain,Sae gallant and sae gay a swain;Thro a our lasses he did rove,And reignd resistless king of love :But now wi sighs and starting tears,He strays among the woods and briers;Or in the glens and rocky caves,His sad complaining dowie raves. O AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME. 257 I wha sae late did range and rove,And changd with every moon my love,I little thought the time was nearRepentance I should buy sae dear :The slighted maids my torments see,And laugh at a the pangs I dree ;While she, my cruel, scornfu Fair,Forbids me eer to see her mair !. O AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME. Tune—My wife she dang me. O aye my wife she dang me,An aft my wife did bang me, If ye gie a woman a her will, Gude faith, shell soon oer-gang L SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. On peace and rest my mind was bent, And fool I was I married;But never honest mans intent As cursedly miscarried. Some sairie comfort still at last, When a their days are done, man ;My pains o hell on earth are past, Im sure o bliss aboon, aye my wife she dang me, And aft my wife did bang me,If ye gie a woman a her will, Gude faith, shell soon oer-gang ye. O LASSIE, ART THOU SLEEPING YET? Tune—Let me in this ae Night. O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet,Or art thou waking, I would wit 1For love has bound me hand and foot,And I would fain be in, jo. O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night,For pitys sake this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo ! Thou hearst the winter wind and weet,Nae star blinks thro the driving sleet :Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me
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