As the storms the forest tear, Peace, thy olive wand extend, To my arms their charge convey, On the seas and far away On stormy seas and far away; HARK! THE MAVIS. TUNE-" CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES." CA' the yowes to the knowes, Hark! the mavis' evening sang My bonnie dearie. Ca' the, &c. We'll gae down by Clouden side, Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Ca' the, &c. 1 Rolls. Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Fair and lovely as thou art, Ca' the yowes to the knowes, SHE SAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OF A'.2 TUNE "ONAGH'S WATER-FALL." SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue. Wad make a wretch forget his woe; Unto these rosy lips to grow! Like harmony her motion; Wad make a saint forget the sky; Sae warming, sae charming, Her faultless form and gracefu' air ; Ilk feature-auld Nature Declar'd that she could do nae mair: 1 Stolen. 3 The lady in whose honour Burns composed this song was Miss Lorimer, of Craigieburn. Hers are the willing chains o' love, Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon Fair beaming, and streaming, Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amorous thrush concludes his sang; There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love, And say thou lo'es me best of a'? HOW LANG AND DREARY. How lang and dreary is the night, CHORUS. For oh! her lanely nights are lang; When I think on the lightsome days For oh, &c. How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; It wasna sae ye glinted by, THE LOVER'S MORNING SALUTE TO HIS MISTRESS." TUNE-"DEIL TAK THE WARS." SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Waters wi' the tears o' joy: And by the reeking floods, Wild Nature's tenants freely, gladly stray; Chants o'er the breathing flower; The lav'rock to the sky Ascends wi' sangs Ο joy, While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus, gilding the brow o' morning, With starless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky: 'Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS. TUNE-" ROTHIEMURCHIE'S RANT." CHORUS. LASSIE Wi' the lint-white locks, Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, 1 Miss Lorimer is reported to have inspired these verses. And when the welcome simmer-shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast THE AULD MAN.1 TUNE-" GIL MORICE.' BUT lately seen in gladsome green, But now our joys are fled, On winter blasts awa! But my white pow, nae kindly thowe3 My trunk of eild, but buss or bield,3 Oh, age has weary days, And nights o' sleepless pain! Thou golden time o' youthfu' prime, Why com'st thou not again? 1 This piece has at least the merit of being a regular pastoral: the vernal moon, the summer noon, the autumnal evening, and the winter night, are regularly rounded.-R. B. 2 Thaw. 3 Without shelter. T |