HAD I A CAVE. TUNE-Robin Adair. HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore, Till griof my eyes should close, Falsest of womankind! canst thou declare, BY ALLAN STREAM I CHANCED TO ROVE. By Allan stream I chanced to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering through the grove, I listened to a lover's sang, And thought on youthfu' pleasures mony; Oh, dearly do I love thee, Annie! Oh, happy be the woodbine bower, The place and time I met my dearie! The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever. Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure? Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure? song many ghost, dismal WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad, COME, LET ME TAKE THEE TO MY BREAST COME, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; That equal transports move her? That I may live to love her. Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms, world's no more such eyes BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN. TUNE-Hey, tuttie taitie. SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour: See approach, proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Let him turn and flee Wha for Scotland's king and law By oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low Let us do or dee. who have whom, often BEHOLD THE HOUR. TUNE-Oran Gaoil. BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Yon distant isle will often hail : There latest marked her vanished sail." While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, I'll westward turn my wistful eye : While through thy sweets she loves to stray, THOU hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me ever; I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken; WHERE ARE THE JOYS? TUNE-Saw ye my Father? WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, Where is the peace that awaited my wandering, lover eyes more No more a-winding the course of yon river, Is it that Suminer's forsaken our valleys, No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses, Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish, DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE. TUNE-The Collier's Bonnie Lassie. DELUDED Swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee, is but a fairy treasure Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. The billows on the ocean, The breezes idly roaming, The clouds' uncertain motion-- Oh! art thou not ashamed Go, find an honest fellow; Good claret set before thee: Hold on till thou art mellow, And then to bed in glory. MY SPOUSE NANCY. TUNE-My Joe Janet. "HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife 'One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; ! |