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HOW EARLY I WOO'D THEE.
Words by THOMAS DICK. Air-"Humours of Glen."
How early I woo'd thee-how dearly I lo'ed thee.
How sweet was thy voice, and how lovely thy smile
The joy 'twas to see thee-the bliss to be wi' thee-
I now maun remember, and sigh all the while.
I gazed on thy beauty, and a' things about ye
Seem'd too fair for earth, as I bent at thy shrine;
But fortune and fashion, mair powerfu' than passion,
Could alter the bosom that seem'd so divine.
Anither may praise thee, may fondle and fraize thee,
And win thee wi' words when his heart's far awa';
But oh! when sincerest--when warmest and dearest
His vows, will my truth be forgot by thee a'!
'Mid pleasures and splendour thy fancy may wander,
But moments o' solitude ilk ane maun dree;
Then feeling will find thee, and mem'ry remind thee
O' him wha through life gaes heart-broken for thee.
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THE SPINNING-WIIEEL.
Key-note F.
As I sat at my spinning-wheel,
A bonnie laddie he pass'd by;
I turned me round and viewed him weel,
For oh! he had a glancing e'e.
My panting heart began to feel,
But aye I turned my spinning-wheel.
My snow-white hands he did extol,
He praised my fingers neat and small,
He said there was nae lady fair,
That anee wi' me he could compare.
His words into my heart did steal,
But aye I turned my spinning-wheel.
He said, Lay bye your rock, your reel,
Your windings, and your spinning-wheel
He made me lay them a' aside,
And come and be his bonnie bride.
And oh! I liked his words sae weel,
I laid aside my spinning-wheel.
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CONNEL AND FLORA.
Words by Alex. WILSON. Music arranged by J. ROBERTSON
DARK lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main,
Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again;
Alas! morn returns to revisit the shore,
But Connel returns to his Flora no more.
