The Book of Scottish Song/The bright sun had given
The bright sun had given.
[William Train.—Tune, "Angel's Whisper."—Here first printed.]
The bright sun had given,
His light from the heaven,
And had sunk down again over mountain and lea,
When as Mary sat sighing
By the red embers dying,
She cried—"Hope never twineth a garland for me!
"I'm sportive as any,
Yet look on the many—
On the many young maids round the old village tree;
They dance 'neath its cover,
Each one with her lover,
While my Willie is always so bashfu' to me!"
Young Willie was listening,
His bright eye was glistening,
As he sprung to her side with a heart full of glee,
The fair one's confession
Outdid all expression,
And if Mary was happy, what think you was he?
The bright sun had given
His light from the heaven,
And had sunk down again over mountain and lea,
When a young mother's numbers
To her first baby's slumbers,
Were—"Kind hope had indeed a fair garland for me!"