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BONNIE LESLEY.
Words by BURNS. Air-" The Collier's bonnie Lassie."
O saw ye bonnie Lesley,
As she gaed o'er the border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley:
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The de'il he couldna scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face,
And say, I Canna wrang thee!
The powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune shanna steer thee;
Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely!
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley:
Return to Caledonia !
That we may brag we hae a lass
There's nane again sae bonnie.
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THO WE NE'ER SHOULD MEET
Words by DONALD MOORE.
Yes, though we ne'er again should meet
By summer bower, or sunny sea ;
This brain shall burn, this bosom beat,
For ever, and alone, for thee!
For who would bid oblivion roll,
Athwart the sunshine of those hours,
In which we mingled soul with soul,
As the winds mix congenial flowers?
Then, though the hand of distance flings
Long shadows 'twixt thy hearth and mine,
He cannot clip the lightning wings
Which bear my spirit back to thine !
Though seas their waves between us cast,
And though the star of hope has set,
Yet there's a soul within the past,
A glory I can ne'er forget!
