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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS WERE SPRINGING.

I Dream'd I lay where flowers were springingGaily in the sunny beam;List'ning to the wild birds singing,By a falling, crystal stream:Straight the sky grew black and daring;Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;Trees with aged arms were warring,O'er the swelling, drumlie wave.
Such was my life's deceitful morning,Such the pleasures I enjoy'd;But lang or noon, loud tempests stormingA' my flowery bliss destroy'd.Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me,She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill;Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me,I bear a heart shall support me still.

FAREWELL TO NANCY.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that fortune grieves himWhile the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,Naething could resist my Nancy;But to see her, was to love her;Love but her, and love for ever.Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met—or never parted,We had ne'er been broken hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!Thine be ilka joy and treasure,Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure.Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

THE RANTIN DOG THE DADDIE O'T.

TUNE—'EAST NOOK O' FIFE.'

O wha my babie-clouts will buy?Wha will tent me when I cry?Wha will kiss me whare I lie?The rantin dog the daddie o't.
Wha will own he did the faut?Wha will buy my groanin maut?Wha will tell me how to ca't?The rantin dog the daddie o't.
When I mount the creepie-chair,Wha will sit beside me there?Gie me Rob, I seek nae mair,The rantin dog the daddie o't.
Wha will crack to me my lane?Wha will mak me fidgin fain?Wha will kiss me o'er again?The rantin dog the daddie o't.
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