Part 61 (1/2)

Content am I, if heaven shall give But happiness, to thee; And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, For thee I'd bear to die.

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!

Chorus.--For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!

And surely I'll be mine!

And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

We twa hae run about the braes, And pou'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd mony a weary fit, Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!

And gie's a hand o' thine!

And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

My Bonie Mary

Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver ta.s.sie; That I may drink before I go, A service to my bonie la.s.sie.

The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith; Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The s.h.i.+p rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonie Mary.

The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready: The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and b.l.o.o.d.y; It's not the roar o' sea or sh.o.r.e, Wad mak me langer wish to tarry!

Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar-- It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!

The Parting Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss!

Speaking silence, dumb confession, Pa.s.sion's birth, and infant's play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of future day!

Sorrowing joy, Adieu's last action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin), What words can ever speak affection So thrilling and sincere as thine!

Written In Friar's-Ca.r.s.e Hermitage