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O MERRY ROW THE BONNIE BARK.
Words and Music by John PARRY.
"O MERRY row, O merry row,
The bonnie, bonnie bark,
Bring back my love to calm my woe,
Before the night grows dark.
My Donald wears a bonnet blue,
A bonnet blue, a bonnet blue,
A snow-white rose upon it too,
A Highland lad is he."
Then merry row, &c.
As on the pebbly beach I strayed,
Where rocks and shoals prevail,
I thus o'erheard a Lowland maid
Her absent love bewail.
A storm arose, the waves ran high,
The waves ran high, the waves ran high,
And dark and murky was the sky,
The wind did loudly roar.
But merry row, &c.
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FAREWELL, THOU FAIR DAY.
Words by BURNS. "My lodging is on the cold ground." Key-note F.
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the bright setting sun ;
Farewell, loves and friendships, Ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run.
Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
Go frighten the coward and slave;
Go teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know,
No terrors hast thou to the brave!
Thou strik'st the dull peasant, be sinks in the dark,
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name;
Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark !
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands,
Our king and our country to save,
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,
O who would not die with the brave !
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NORA'S VOW.
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
HEAR what Highland Nora said:
The Earlie's son I will not wed.
Should all the race of nature die,
And none be left but he and I.
