Volume Ii Part 109 (2/2)
A RED, RED ROSE
O, my luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonnie la.s.s, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only luve!
And fare-thee-weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns [1759-1796]
I LOVE MY JEAN
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie la.s.sie lives, The la.s.sie I lo'e best: There's wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o' my Jean.
O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft Amang the leafy trees; Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale Bring hame the laden bees; And bring the la.s.sie back to me That's aye sae neat and clean; Ae smile o' her wad banish care, Sae charming is my Jean.
What sighs and vows amang the knowes Hae pa.s.sed atween us twa!
How fond to meet, how wae to part That night she gaed awa!
The Powers aboon can only ken To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean!
The first two stanzas by Robert Burns [1759-1796]
The last two by John Hamilton [1761-1814]
THE ROVER'S ADIEU From ”Rokeby”
”A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine.
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green-- No more of me ye knew, My Love!
No more of me ye knew.
”This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.”
--He turned his charger as he spake Upon the river sh.o.r.e, He gave the bridle-reins a shake, Said ”Adieu for evermore, My Love!
And adieu for evermore.”
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