THE SHEPHERD'S PROPOSAL. HE heather's beginning to bud, lass, 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, Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass? I'll love 'ee so well if ye will. CRUEL HOURS. 5 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? It was one day in the falling, 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!" 'Twas then I heard a chanting Why went we fast? Because ye would not mind us; Your little quarrels and your small regrets These fill'd your hearts, nor suffer'd you to bind us, CLOUDS. 7 CLOUDS. H! the bonny bright clouds, The fleecy clouds, the white clouds! all the summer day; Have you nought to leave me? I pray you, don't deceive me; Surely you've a message for me? drop it on your way. Coming from the west, clouds, The quarter I love best, clouds, You must have seen my darling; did she rest, or did she play? Why are you so unkind, clouds ? Or is it you were blind, clouds? Answer, are you heartless? Oh, 'tis cruel not to stay! Oh! the dreary dark clouds, The gloomy clouds, the stark clouds! I've felt your heavy drops upon me all the weary day. |