THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, Can lend an hour of cheering. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, By fits, a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying; By fits, so ashy pale she grew, Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear, Ere scarce a distant form was kenned, He came he passed-an heedless gaze, WANDERING WILLIE. ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left me, And climbed the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea; O weary betide it! I wandered beside it, And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me. Far o'er the wave hast thou followed thy fortune, When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing, I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my e'e, And thought o' the bark where my Willie was sailing, And wished that the tempest could a' blaw on me. Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring, When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they did rattle, And blithe was each heart for the great victory, In secret I wept for the dangers of battle, And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me. But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen, For sweet after danger's the tale of the war. And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 'tween lovers, When there's naething to speak to the heart thro' the e'e; How often the kindest, and warmest, prove rovers, And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the sea. Till, at times, could I help it? I pined and I ponder'd, If love could change notes like the bird on the tree Now I'll ne'er ask if thine eyes may hae wander'd, Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me. Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through chan⚫ nel, Hardships and danger despising for fame, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal, Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame! |