She cross'd him once-she cross'd him twice That lady was so brave; The fouler grew his goblin hue, The darker grew the cave. She cross'd him thrice, that lady bold! -Merry it is in good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing; SIR W. SCOTT. O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Thy bield should be my bosom, Or were I in the wildest waste Of earth and air, of earth and air, The desart were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. BURNS. I LOVE MY JEAN OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, There's not a bonie flower that springs But minds me o' my Jean. BURNS. 63 THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL A SONG By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, The church is in ruins, the state is in jars, My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dameThere'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. |