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O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
149. BONNIE LESLEY.
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border?
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever ;
And ne'er made sic anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee;
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The deil he could na scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
And say “I canna wrang thee ! ”
The Powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
That ill they'll ne'er let near the
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie !
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June : O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
Till a' the seas gang dry :
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
151. HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks and braes and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie!
And there the langest tarry;
O' my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
Flew o'er me and my dearie ;
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu' tender;
We tore oursels asunder ;
That nipt my flower sae early !
That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
That dwelt on me sae kindly ;
That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
152. AULD ROBIN GRAY.
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his
bride ; But saving a croun he had naething else beside : To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund were baith for me.
He hadna been awa' a week but only twa,
My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in
his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back;
My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak;
break: They gi’ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea ; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,