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O thou the guardian of my youth,
My dear and only brother !
For this thy most untimely fate,
I’ll mourn till life is over.
And brave Sir Neil, how art thou fall’n,
And withered in thy blossom,
No more I’ll love the treacherous man,
That pierced my hero's bosom.
My dear and only brother !
For this thy most untimely fate,
I’ll mourn till life is over.
And brave Sir Neil, how art thou fall’n,
And withered in thy blossom,
No more I’ll love the treacherous man,
That pierced my hero's bosom.
A kind and tender heart was thine,
Thy friendship was abused;
A braver man ne’er faced a foe,
Had thou been fairly used.
For thee a maid I’ll live and die,
Glengyle shall ne’er espouse me;
And for the space of seven long years,
The dowy black shall clothe me.
Thy friendship was abused;
A braver man ne’er faced a foe,
Had thou been fairly used.
For thee a maid I’ll live and die,
Glengyle shall ne’er espouse me;
And for the space of seven long years,
The dowy black shall clothe me.
THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN.
I know that young folks like to hear a new song,
Of something that's funny and not very long.
It is of an Exciseman the truth I will tell,
Who thought that one night he was going to hell.
Fal de lal, &c.
Of something that's funny and not very long.
It is of an Exciseman the truth I will tell,
Who thought that one night he was going to hell.
Fal de lal, &c.
One night he went out to look for his prey.
He did meet with some smugglers, as I heard them say,
In tasting the liquors they were going to sell.
The Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell.
He did meet with some smugglers, as I heard them say,
In tasting the liquors they were going to sell.
The Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell.
