The Book of Scottish Song/And can thy bosom

And can thy bosom.

[Goldie.—Air, "Loudon's bonnie woods and braes."]

And can thy bosom bear the thought,
⁠To part frae love and me, laddie?
Are all those plighted vows forgot,
⁠Sae fondly pledged by thee, laddie?
Can'st thou forget the midnight hour,
When in yon love-inspiring bower,
You vow'd by every heavenly power,
⁠You'd ne'er lo'e ane but me, laddie.
Wilt thou—wilt thou gang and leave me,
Win my heart, and then deceive me?
Oh! that heart will break, believe me,
⁠Gin ye part wi' me laddie.

Aft ha'e ye roos'd my rosy cheek,
⁠Aft prais'd my sparkling e'e, laddie,
Aft said nae bliss on earth ye'd seek,
⁠But love and live wi'me, laddie.
But soon those cheeks will lose their red,
Those eyes in endless sleep be hid,
And 'neath the turf the heart be laid,
⁠That beats for love, and thee, laddie.
Wilt thou—wilt thou gang and leave me,
Win my heart and then deceive me?
Oh! that heart will break, believe me,
⁠Gin ye part frae me, laddie.

You'll meet a form mair sweet and fair,
⁠Where rarer beauties shine, laddie,
But oh! the heart can never bear,
⁠A love sae true as mine, laddie.
But when that heart is laid at rest,
That heart that lo'ed ye last and best,
Oh, then the pangs that rend thy breast,
⁠Will sharper be than mine, laddie.
Broken vows will vex and grieve me,
Till a broken heart relieve me,
Yet its latest thought, believe me,
⁠Will be love and thine, laddie.

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