The harp of Caledonia Volume 1

John Struthers

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1130051986 ISBN 13: 9781130051988

Publisher: RareBooksClub.com, 2012

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1821 Excerpt: ...of each other? 'Tis the pleasing remembrance of youth, The endearments that love did bestow, The thoughts of past pleasure and truth, The best of all blessings below. These traces for ever will last, Which sickness nor time can remove For when youth and beauty are past, And age brings the winter of love, Vol. I. P A friendship insensibly grows, By reviews of such raptures as these, And the current of fondness still flows, Which decrepit old age cannot freeze. THE BONNETS O' BONNY DUNDEE. 0 Will ye gang down to the bush i' the meadow, Your daddy an' mammy wi' me winna dread you, An' by the fair hand through the flowers I will lead you, An' sing you the bonnets o' bonny Dundee? Wi' heart an' wi' hand, my dear lad, I'll gang wi' thee, My daddy and mammy think nought to belie thee; 1 ken ye'll do naething but kiss me an' lead me, An' sing me the bonnets o' bonny Dundee. O, why fled thy angel, poor lovely Macmillen, An' left thee to listen to counsel so killin'? O, where were the feelin's o' that cruel villain, Who rifled that blossom, an' left it to die? How pale is that cheek that was rosy an' red aye! To see that sunk e'e wad gar ony heart bleed aye! O, wae to the wild willow-bush 1' the meadow! O, dule to the bonnets o' bonny Dundee! BONNIE WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA. TANNAHILL. Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea. Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea, Near thee I pass'd life's early day. And won my Mary's heart in thee. The broom, the brier, the birken bush, Bloom bonnie o'er the flow'ry lea, And a the sweets that ane can wish Frae Nature's han' are strew'd on thee. Thou bonnie, fyc. Far ben thy dark green plantin's shade, The cushat croodles atn'rouslie; The mavis down thy bughted glade, Gars echo ring frae every tree. Thou bonnie, fyc. Awa, ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang...