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I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife,
I die by treachery;
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky:
May coward shame disdain his name,
The wretch that dares not die.
THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue,
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely e'en o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wet wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom lily-white;
It was her een sae bonny blue,
She talked, she smil'd, my heart she wiled,
She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound.
Cam frae her een sae bonny blue,
But spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She'll ablins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'd lay my dead,
To her twa een sae bonny blue.
