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Kiss'd yestreen, kiss'd yestreen,
HEY DONALD, HOW DONALD.
Wi' pleasure ne'er can move me.
Whare ye vow'd to love me.
MY DAYS HAE FLOWN WI' GLEESOME SPEED.
My days hae flown wi' gleesome speed,
Grief ne'er sat heavy on my mind,
I lilted every care behind ;
When friends prov'd false, or beauty shy,
I crun'd my lilt, and card na by.
THE BANKS OF SPEY. Scenes of my childhood, your wanderer hails you, Wing'd with rude storms, tho' the winter assails you, Bleak and dreary as ye are, ye yet hae charms to cheer me, For here amidst my native hills, my bonnie lassie's near me; 'Tis sad to see the withered lea, the drumly flooded fountain, The angry storm in awful form, that sweeps the moor and mountain; But frae the surly swelling blast, dear lassie, I'll defend her, And frae the bonnie banks of Spey I never more shall wander.
Harp of Benfrewshire.
THE gale is high, the bark is light,
Swiftly it glides the dark sea over,
Why waft, ye winds, a vagrant lover.
No bright'ning hope can gild the morrow,
Nor thinks of thee far in Glen-Orra.
The moon is up, the maiden's gone,
Where flower and tree the night dews cover, To weep by mountain streamlet lone,
O'er perjur'd vows of faithless lover.
Turn, faithless wretch, seek Orra's wild,
To rapture raise the maiden's sorrow,
Cold, cold, she sinks in dark Glen-Orra.
The moon hangs pale o'er Orra's steep,
And lists a hapless maiden sighing,
As loath to rave o'er maiden dying.
The rosy cheek is pale with sorrow,
The loveliest flower in green Glen-Orra.
LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF.
AIR_“Cadil gu 10."
O slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight,
O rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day,