O, my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. II. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, III. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. IV. And fare the weel, my only luve, And fare the weel a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! 15. Mary Morison. I. O MARY, at thy window be! It is the wish'd, the trysted hour. A That make the miser's treasure poor. How blythely wad I bide the stoure, weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure The lovely Mary Morison ! II. Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sat, but neither heard or saw: III. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace Henderson and Henley's Text. 16. LORD BYRON. She Walks in Beauty. I. SHE walks in Beauty, like the night II. One shade the more, one ray the less, Where thoughts serenely sweet express, III. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A heart whose love is innocent! 17. Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom. I. OH! snatched away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom : II. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead! III. Away! we know that tears are vain, That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: |