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SCOTTISH SONGS.

One day I heard Mary.

[This was written by Robert Crawfurd to the tune of "I'll never leave thee," and printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany.]

One day I heard Mary say, how shall I leave thee?
Stay, dearest Adonis, stay; why wilt thou grieve me?
Alas! my fond heart will break, if thou should leave me:
I'll live and die for thy salve, yet never leave thee.

Say, lovely Adonis, say, has Mary deceived thee?
Did e'er her young heart betray new love, that has grieved thee?
My constant mind ne'er shall stray, thou may believe me.
I'll love thee, lad, night and day, and never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming youth, what can relieve thee?
Can Mary thy anguish soothe? This breast shall receive thee.
My passion can ne'er decay, never deceive thee;
Delight shall drive pain away, pleasure revive thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, lad, how shall I leave thee?
Oh! that thought makes me sad; I'll never leave thee!
Where would my Adonis fly? Why does he grieve me?
Alas! my poor heart will die, if I should leave thee.




My Nannie's awa'.

[This was written by Burns in December, 1794, for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "There's few gude fellows when Jamie's awa," or as it is now more commonly called, "There'll never be peace till Jamie come hame." Clarinda, alias Agnes M'Lehose, is the supposed subject of the song.]

Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays,
And listens the lambkins that bleat ower the braes,
While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw;
But to me it's delightless—my Nannie's awa'.

The snaw-drap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw!
They mind me o' Nannie—and Nannie's awa'.

Thou laverock, that springs frae the dews of the lawn,
The shepherd to warn of the grey-breaking dawn,
And thou mellow mavis, that hails the night-fa';
Give over for pity—my Nannie's awa'.

Come, autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey.
And soothe me wi' tidings o' nature's decay:
The dark, dreary winter, and wild-driving snaw,
Alane can delight me—my Nannie's awa'.

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