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4 Scots Songs.
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Death of Sally Roy.
The Soldier's dream.
The birken tree.
KILMARNOCK:
P R I N T E D FOR T H E
BOOKSELLERS.
�SCOTS SONGS.
H I B E R N U ' S LOVELY
JANE.
D E P A R T I N G from the Scottish shore,
And the Highland mossy banks,
T o Germany I first-sailed o'er,
And joined the hostile flanks ;
At length in Ireland we arrived,
After a long campaign,
W h e r e a bonny maid my heart betrayed,
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
H e r cheeks were of the rosy hue,
T h e bright glance of her een*
Sparkled like pure drops of dew,
That bespangle the meadows gree<i4
Jane Cameron ne'er was half so lair,
Nor Jessie of Dumblane,
N o r prosper pine could not outshine
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
I oft have faced the daring foe,
W h e n in the blood-stained field,
I have escaped death's fatal blow,
But now to love must yield.
Cupid's dart has pierced my heart*
W i t h love's tormenting pain,
Since first I saw that lassie braw,
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
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My tartan plaid I will forsake,
My commission I'll resign;
The bonny nymph my bride I'll make,
If the lassie will be mine.
In Hibernians isle, where the graces smile,
For life I would remain-,
In hymen's band join heart and hand,
With Hibernia's lovely Jane.
But the bonny Irish lassie fair,
She feeing of high degree,
Her parents say their daughter ne'er
A soldier's bride shall be.
O'erwheimed with grief and despair,
No hopes for me r e m a i n ;
It grieves my heart for to part
With Hibernia's lovely Jane,
Should Mars the trumpet sound,
And call his sons to arms ;
And Neptune waft me o'er the main.
Far, far frae Jeanie's charms.
Should I be laid on honour's bed,
Or by a shot e'er be slain,
Death will cure what I endure
For Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Ye supreme Deities incline,
To tranquilize my breast,
I'll wander to some distant clime,
T o obtain peace and rest.
Through woods and groves,
Where none shall hear my strain^
�Since that nymph will not be mine,
Farewell Hibemia's lovely Jane.
D E A T H OF SALLY
ROY.
F A I R Sally, once the village pride*
Lies cold and wan in yonder valley:
She lost her lover, and she died,
Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally.
Young Valiant was the hero's name,
For early valour fir'd the boy.
W h o barter'd all his love for fame,
And kill'd the hopes of Sally R o y .
Swift from the arms of weeping love,
As rag'd the war in yonder valley,
He rush'd, his martial power to prove,
While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally,
At noon she saw the youth depart,
At eve she lost her darling j o y ;
Ere night the last throb ©f her heart
Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.
T h e virgin train in tears are seen,
W h e n yellow midnight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
Towards the grave of gentle Sally !
And while remembrance wakes the sigh,
W h i c h weenfr each feeling heart from joy,
T h e mourning dirge, ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.
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THE SOLDIER'S
DREAM.
O U R bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had
lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
T h e weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarded the
slain,
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far far I had roam'd on a desolate track,
Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way
T o the house of my father, that welcorn'd me
back.
I flew to the pleasant fields, travelPd so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was
young,
I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers
sung,
Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly we
swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never
to p a r t ;
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My little ones kiss'd me a hundred times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of
heart.
Stay* stay with u s ! rest! thou art weary and
worn,
And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay *
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn*
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted
away.
THE BIRKEN
FREE.
L A S S gin ye wad think it right,
T o gang wi' me this very night,
And cuddle till the morning light,
By a* the lave unseen.
And you shall be my dearie,
My am dearest dearie,
And you shall be my dearie,
Gin you'll meet me at e'en.
I darena for my mammy gae,
She locks the door and keeps the key,
And e'en and morn she charges me,
And flytes ay about the men
She says they're a' deceivers,
Deceivers, deceivers,
She says they're a' deceivers*
I needna trust to ane.
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But lassie what's to hinder thee,
To steal an hour out owre the lea,
And meet me at the Birken Tree,
You'll no be mist at h a m e :
And never mind your mammy,
Yotfr auld canker'd mammy,
And never mind your mammy,
Or else you'll He your lane.
She simply said I dinna ken,
M y mother trots baith butt and benn,
And if she hears I'm wi' the men,
She'll ask me where I've been :
Then what can I say laddie,
Laddie, laddie,
Then what can I say laddie,
For being out at e'en.
O , never mind your mammy's yell,
I'se warrant she's met your dad hersel,
And should she fiyte ye may her tell
She's often done the same:
So lassie gi'es your hand on't,
Your bonny milk white hand on
So lassie gi'es your hand on't*
And scorn to lie your lane.
O, lad, my hand I canna gi'e,
But ablins I may steal the key,
And meet you at the Birken Tree,
T h a t stands ayont the g k n :
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But dinna lippen, laddie,
I canna promise, laddie,
So dinna lippen, laddie,
For fear I dinna win.
N o w he's gane to the Birken Tree,
In hopes his lover there to see,
And soon came tripping owre the lea,
His sweet endearing Jean;
And she clinket down beside him,
Beside him, beside him,
She clinket down beside him,
Upon the grass so green.
I'm overjoy'd with raptures now,
Cried he, and preed her cherry m o u ' ;
And Jean's ne'er haen cause to rue,
T h a t night upon the green
For she has got her Jemmy,
Her sweet dear loving Jemmy,
For she has got her Jemmy,
And Jemmy's got his Jean.
FINIS.
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Death of Sally Roy.
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