HIGHLAND MARY YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. ་ How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, 8 Was my sweet Highland Mary. 16 Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green 's the sod, and cauld 's the clay, 24 If Doughty Deeds O pale, pale now, those rosy lips 1792. 1799. 32 Robert Burns. IF DOUGHTY DEEDS IF doughty deeds my lady please, Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, If gay attire delight thine eye, I'll tend thy chamber door all night, 12 If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, But if fond love thy heart can gain, Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you alone I strive to sing, 1801.2. O tell me how to woo! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; For thy dear sake nae care I'll take Robert Cunninghame-Graham. 20 32 COUNTY GUY АH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea. The lark, his lay who trill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, 8 "Fly to the Desert, Fly with Me" The village maid steals through the shade To Beauty shy, by lattice high, The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know- 1823. 16 Sir Walter Scott. "FLY TO THE DESERT, FLY WITH ME" From Lalla Rookh "FLY to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But oh! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love or thrones without? 4 66 Our rocks are rough, but smiling there The acacia waves her yellow hair, 66 Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less 8 For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope As gracefully and gayly springs As o'er the marble courts of kings. 12 "Then come,-thy Arab maid will be "Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought; "As if the very lips and eyes, 16 20 "Then fly with me, if thou hast known Come, if the love thou hast for me "But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break 32 36 |