Volume Ii Part 6 (1/2)
Sweet land of the bay and the wild-winding deeps, Where loveliness slumbers at even, While far in the depth of the blue water sleeps, A calm little motionless heaven!
Thou land of the valley, the moor, and the hill, Of the storm, and the proud-rolling wave-- Yes, thou art the land of fair liberty still, And the land of my forefathers' grave!
[53] An appropriate air has just been composed for this song by Mr Walter Burns of Cupar-Fife, which has been arranged with symphonies and accompaniments for the pianoforte by Mr Edward Salter, of St Andrews.
O, JEANIE, THERE 'S NAETHING TO FEAR YE!
AIR--_”Over the Border.”_
O, my la.s.sie, our joy to complete again, Meet me again i' the gloamin', my dearie; Low down in the dell let us meet again-- O, Jeanie, there 's naething to fear ye!
Come, when the wee bat flits silent and eiry, Come, when the pale face o' Nature looks weary; Love be thy sure defence, Beauty and innocence-- O, Jeanie, there 's naething to fear ye!
Sweetly blaw the haw an' the rowan tree, Wild roses speck our thicket sae breery; Still, still will our walk in the greenwood be-- O, Jeanie, there 's naething to fear ye!
List when the blackbird o' singing grows weary, List when the beetle-bee's bugle comes near ye, Then come with fairy haste, Light foot, an' beating breast-- O, Jeanie, there 's naething to fear ye!
Far, far will the bogle and brownie be, Beauty an' truth, they darena come near it; Kind love is the tie of our unity, A' maun love it, an' a' maun revere it.
'Tis love maks the sang o' the woodland sae cheery, Love gars a' Nature look bonny that 's near ye; That makes the rose sae sweet, Cowslip an' violet-- O, Jeanie, there 's naething to fear ye!
WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME.[54]
AIR--_”Shame fa' the gear and the blathrie o't.”_
Come all ye jolly shepherds, That whistle through the glen, I 'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o' man can name?
'Tis to woo a bonny la.s.sie When the kye comes hame.
When the kye comes hame, When the kye comes hame, 'Tween the gloamin' an' the mirk, When the kye comes hame.
'Tis not beneath the coronet, Nor canopy of state, 'Tis not on couch of velvet, Nor arbour of the great-- 'Tis beneath the spreadin' birk, In the glen without the name, Wi' a bonny, bonny la.s.sie, When the kye comes hame.
When the kye comes hame, &c.
There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he lo'es to see, And on the topmost bough, O, a happy bird is he; Where he pours his melting ditty, And love is a' the theme, And he 'll woo his bonny la.s.sie When the kye comes hame.
When the kye comes hame, &c.
When the blewart bears a pearl, And the daisy turns a pea, And the bonny lucken gowan Has fauldit up her e'e, Then the laverock frae the blue lift Doops down, an' thinks nae shame To woo his bonny la.s.sie When the kye comes hame.
When the kye comes hame, &c.
See yonder pawkie shepherd, That lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld, An' his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to bed, For his heart is in a flame, To meet his bonny la.s.sie When the kye comes hame.
When the kye comes hame, &c.
When the little wee bit heart Rises high in the breast, An' the little wee bit starn Rises red in the east, O there 's a joy sae dear That the heart can hardly frame, Wi' a bonny, bonny la.s.sie, When the kye comes hame!
When the kye comes hame, &c.