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

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2269622The Book of Scottish Song — How early I woo'd thee1843Alexander Whitelaw

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.