The lass o’ Haddington.
[Written and Composed by James Jaap.]
A bonnier lass there never was, the sun ne'er shone the like upon,
She's fair and sweet, neat and complete, the bonnie lass of Haddington;
And in her face there shines sic grace, her smile's sae sweet to look upon,
Sae fair's the lass, nane can surpass the bonnie lass of Haddington.
When night comes near, and all is drear, my fancy roams on her alone,
She is the light that cheers the night, the bonnie lass of Haddington,
My every care, my every prayer, my every thought I think upon,
'Tis were she mine, this maid divine, the bonnie lass of Haddington.
Can ye lo'e me.
Can ye lo'e me weel, lassie, to this heart then swiftly flee,
Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than a' the world to me,
When the moonbeams shine sae clear, at that hour by lovers blest,
At the gloamin', lassie dear, haste to meet this throbbing breast.
Can you lo'e me weel, lassie, to this heart then swiftly flee,
Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than all the world to me.
Where the burnie flows, lassie, gently owre the mountain side,
And the wild flower blows, lassie, watered by the streamlet tide,
As the hare-bell's blossoms shine, on the bleak and barren brae,
Let that brilliant eye of thine light me on my lonely way.
Can ye lo'e me weel, lassie, to this heart then swiftly flee,
Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than all the world to me.
The years of Youth.
[W. Alexander.]
Oh! the wild roving years of youth are all flown away,
As gay romantic morning dreams before the dawn of day,
And calmer joys, and deeper thoughts, and love which may not roam,
Are blending with the sunny smiles that cheer the scenes of home.
The gazing crowd, what is it now? its praise we cannot prize—
The flattering slave perchance we hear, but silently despise—
The loud, yet passing peal of mirth, which rang in bower or hall—
One faithful heart's affection won—is worth a world of all.
