That sacred hour can I forget, Those records dear of transports past; Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene; The flow'rs sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every sprayTill too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem❜ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? TO THEE, LOVED NITH. TUNE-Unknown. To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes, UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. CHORUS. Up in the morning's no for me, Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, WAE IS MY HEART. TUNE-Wae is my heart. WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee; Lang, lang, joy's been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear. 198 THE SONGS OF Love, thou hast pleasures and deep hae I loved; Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I proved : But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, I can feel its throbbings will soon be at rest. Oh, if I were happy, where happy I hae been, Down by yon stream, and yon bonnie castle green; For there he is wand'ring, and musing on me, Wha wad soon dry the tear frae Phillis's ee. WANDERING WILLIE. HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee; Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms! But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Flow still between us thou wide-roaring main! WHARE HAE YE BEEN. TUNE-Killiecrankie. WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad? On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE. TONE-What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin', [lang; He hoasts and he hirples the weary day He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen, Oh, dreary's the night wi'a crazy auld man! He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen, Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, I never can please him, do a' that I can; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows : Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man! He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows : [man! Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart break him, [pan. And then his auld brass will buy me a new |