JOHN ANDERSON. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, John Anderson my jo, John, Rbrt Burs. 4 OH, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST. OH, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST, OH, wert thou in the cauld blast My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou wert there: Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, R. Burns. O MY LUVE'S LIKE A RED, RED ROSE. 5 O MY LUVE'S LIKE A RED, RED ROSE. O MY Luve's like a red, red rose That's sweetly play'd in tune. And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. R. Burns. OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But, day and night, my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, There's not a bonnie flower that springs There's not a bonnie bird that sings, R. Burns. ELEU LORO. WHERE shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die Under the willow. Eleu loro Soft shall be his pillow. |