6
Her breast to busk, I'd violets pu',
That blaw aboon the boggie,
And blue bells hingin' wat wi' dew,
Frae yonder glen sae foggie.
Could I believe she'd woo wi' me,
An' tak me for her laddie,
I'd aften slip out owre the lea,
And row her in my plaidie.
I maun awa, I canna stay,
Should a' gang tapsalteerie;
Should boggles meet me in the way,
This night I'll see my dearie.
I'll ben the spence and dress a-wee,
Wi' knots and bughts fu' gaudy,
For I canna rest until I see
Gin she'll come in my plaidie.
LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS.
A Duet. Arranged by Parry. Written by Sir Walter Scott.
Love wakes and weeps
While Beauty sleeps!
O for Music's softest numbers,
To prompt a theme,
For Beauty's dream,
Soft as the pillow of her slumbers!
Through groves of palm,
Sigh gales of balm,
Fire flies on the air are wheeling;
While through the gloom
Comes soft perfume,
The distant beds of flowers revealing.
O wake and live!
No dream can give
A shadowed bliss the real excelling;
No longer sleep,
From lattice peep,
And list the tale that Love is telling.
