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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.
TUNE—'DRUIMION DUBH.'
Musing on the roaring ocean,Which divides my love and me;Wearying Heaven in warm devotion,For his weal where'er he be.
Hope and fear's alternate billowYielding late to nature's law;Whisp'ring spirits round my pillowTalk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded,Ye who never shed a tear,Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,Gaudy day to you is dear.
Gentle night, do thou befriend me:Downy sleep, the curtain draw;Spirits kind, again attend me,Talk of him that's far awa!
BLITHE WAS SHE.
TUNE—'ANDRO AND HIS CUTTIE GUN.'
ChorusBlithe, blithe and merry was she,Blithe was she but and ben:Blithe by the banks of Ern,But blither in Glenturit glen.
By Ochtertyre grows the aik,On Yarrow banks, the birken shaw;But Phemie was a bonier lassThan braes o' Yarrow ever saw.Blithe, &c.
Her looks were like a flower in May,Her smile was like a simmer morn;She tripped by the banks of ErnAs light's a bird upon a thorn.Blithe, &c.
Her bonie face it was as meekAs onie lamb's upon a lee;The evening sun was ne'er sae sweetAs was the blink o' Phemie's ee.Blithe, &c.
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,And o'er the Lowlands I hae been;But Phemie was the blithest lassThat ever trod the dewy green.Blithe, &c.
PEGGY'S CHARMS.
TUNE—'NEIL GOW'S LAMENTATION FOR ABERCAIRNY.'
Where, braving angry winter's storms,The lofty Ochels rise,Far in their shade my Peggy's charmsFirst blest my wondering eyes.As one who, by some savage stream,A lonely gem surveys,Astonish'd doubly, marks it beamWith art's most polish'd blaze.
Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,And blest the day and hour,Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd,When first I felt their pow'r!The tyrant death with grim controlMay seize my fleeting breath;But tearing Peggy from my soulMust be a stronger death.