The Scots musical museum : humbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at Edinr June 1771 by James Johnson . beFalfe to his vows and me __O Heaven1 __ is not yonder heBounding in Moral Never O wretched fair!(Sighd the fad mefsenger,)Never fhall Donald mair Meet his lovd Floral+ \ vallev in named 18 Cold, cold beyond the main*Donald thy love lies flain; _LHe fent me to foothe thy painWeeping in Mora. Well fought our gallant men Headed by brave Burgoyne, 1 Our heros were thrice led on To Britifh glory. _But ah! tho our foes did flee,Sad was the lofs to thee,While evry frefh v
The Scots musical museum : humbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at Edinr June 1771 by James Johnson . beFalfe to his vows and me __O Heaven1 __ is not yonder heBounding in Moral Never O wretched fair!(Sighd the fad mefsenger,)Never fhall Donald mair Meet his lovd Floral+ \ vallev in named 18 Cold, cold beyond the main*Donald thy love lies flain; _LHe fent me to foothe thy painWeeping in Mora. Well fought our gallant men Headed by brave Burgoyne, 1 Our heros were thrice led on To Britifh glory. _But ah! tho our foes did flee,Sad was the lofs to thee,While evry frefh victory Drownd us in forrow. Here take thi3 trufty blade,(Donald expiring faid, JGive it to yon dear maid Weeping in Mora. Tell her oh Allan tell,Donald thus bravely fell,.And that in his laft farewell He thought on his Flora? Mute ftood the trembling fair,Speechlefs with wild defpair,Then ftriking her bofora bare Sighd out poor Floral _Oh Donald! oh welladaylWas all the fond heavt could fyAt length the found died awayFeebly in Mora,by the two lovers. 62 By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouthPatie^-Sings. But ken ye, lad, gin we confefs oer foon,Ye think us cheap,&fyne the i u i j i ii |! 11| i i u i rL tffr r-firfffJiLiii i i J. J ^ ,• ~» j „„:j *ir„* ~> -„;. *j31.«, i ~~..,— t ;t i wooings done: The maiden that oer quickly tines her power, Like BE ^^ d r i r r 33 • I w * [^j^i Wipe fruit, will tafte but hSd and fowr. ^^ £ &?fu?ft uftf ° repeated for rati eg lait verle. l^ripc Patie Sings But gin they hing oer lang upon the tree,Their fweetnefs they may tine; and fae may ye:Red cheeked you oompletly ripe appear,And I hae thold and wood a lang haff-year. 26^ J&ggy Ringing, falls into Paties arms. Then dirina pu me, gently thus I fa Into my Paties arms, for good and a: But ftint your wifhes to this kind embrace, And mint nae farer till v^eve got the grace. [ Patie(with his left hand about her waiftA O charming armfu hence ye cares away,Ill
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