LOVE'S TRYST.

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That when our youth had pass'd away
In
years

that were to be ;
In life or death our hearts should meet
Beneath the trysting tree.

Down in the dell, love,

By the trysting tree, Waiting for thee; waiting for thee,

Down in the dell, love,

By the trysting tree: Watching alone I wait, my love, for thee.

SSRS PROPOSAL.

Reining to bud, lass, 1990ewing its green, e leap. lass,

mure seen.

CRUEL HOURS.

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CRUEL HOURS.

T was one day in the summer,

As I linger'd by her side,
That reproachful and complaining,

We did thus the swift hours chide :-
“O cruel hours, so quickly flying !
What have we done to frighten you away?
Leave us not here, our happiness denying,
Why will ye go, nor suffer us to stay ?”

It was one day in the falling,

When her gentle life had flown,
That, old memories recalling,

I reproach'd the hours, alone :-
“O cruel hours, so slowly creeping,
What have I done to make you linger so?
Why are ye thus me from my darling keeping ?
Go faster yet yourselves, and let me go!"

THE SHEPHERD'S PROPOSAL.

HE heather's beginning to bud, lass,

The bracken's a showing its green, The trout are beginning to leap, lass,

No prettier country you've seen. The red grouse are choosing their mates, love,

But I am a bachelor still ;
Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass ?

I'll love 'ee so well, if ye will.

Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass,

And leave the black smoke of the town?

I have sheep and a cow and a cot, lass,

And I'll buy 'ee a ring and a gown ;
And then we'll gang off to the church, lass,

That nestles alongside the hill ;
Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass?

I'll love 'ee so well if ye will.

CRUEL HOURS.

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CRUEL HOURS.

|T was one day in the summer,

As I linger'd by her side,
That reproachful and complaining,

We did thus the swift hours chide :-
“O cruel hours, so quickly flying !
What have we done to frighten you away?
Leave us not here, our happiness denying,
Why will ye go, nor suffer us to stay ?”

It was one day in the falling,

When her gentle life had flown,
That, old memories recalling,

I reproach'd the hours, alone :
"O cruel. hours, so slowly creeping,
What have I done to make you linger so?
Why are ye thus me from my darling keeping ?
Go faster yet yourselves, and let me go!"