The Book of Scottish Song/How early I woo'd thee

How early I woo'd thee.

[Thomas Dick.—Here first printed.—Air, "Humours of Glen."]

How early I woo'd thee—how dearly I lo'ed thee—
⁠How sweet was thy voice, and how lovely thy smile;
The joy 'twas to see thee—the bliss to be wi' thee—
⁠I now maun reinember, and sigh all the while.
I gazed on thy beauty, and a' things about thee
⁠Seem'd too fair for earth, as I bent at thy shrine,
But fortune and fashion, inair powerfu' than passion,
⁠Could alter the bosom that seem'd so divine.

Anither may praise thee, may fondle and fraize thee,
⁠And win thee wi' words when his heart's far awa';
But oh! when sincerest—when warmest and dearest
⁠His vows, will my truth be forgot by thee a'?
'Mid pleasures and splendour thy fancy may wander,
⁠But moments o' solitude ilk ane maun dree;
Then feeling will find thee, and mem'ry remind thee
⁠O' him wha through life gaes heart-broken for thee.

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