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OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT.
Words by Moore Music,—"March to the battle field."
Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
The smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful vow now broken.
Thus in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends so linked together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather,—
I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead,
And all but me departed.
Thus in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
of other days around me.
A LASSIE LIVES BY YONDER BURN.
Words by Mr Carswell. Set to Music, with an accompaniment for the Forte, by J. Jaap.
A lassie lives by yonder burn,
That jinks about the seggins;
There aft she gi'es her sheep a turn,
To feed amang the brakens.
Could I believe she'd woo wi' me,
In spite of mam or daddie,
I'd aften slip out owre the lea,
An' row her in my plaidie.
