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FLY AWAY, PRETTY MOTH.
Words and Music by Bayly.
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
Though yon glittering light may have dazzled you quite,
Though the gold of yon lamp may be gay,
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
I have seen, pretty moth, in the world,
Some as wild as yourself and as gay,
Who, bewitched by the sweet fascination of eyes,
Flitted round them by night and by day;
But though dreams of delight may have dazzled them quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
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I GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN.
Being with enthusiastic applause by R. A. Smith. Words by Burns. Music, with accompaniments for the Piano Forte, by Dr John Clarke.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses, wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily-white,
It was her een sae bonnie blue.
She talked, she smiled, my heart she wiled,
She charmed my soul, I wistna how;
And aye the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She'll aiblins listen to my vow;
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue,
