By the bright tear of rapture
Those eye-lashes dewing,
Thou art mine—thou art mine—
Dearest maid of Glen Fruin!
The Bonnie Bride.
Lichtly the bonnie bride came dune,
Linking o'er the lea,
Lichtly as the thissel doune
Bobs i' the waivey sea.
She liltit as she passed the knau,
Adune the briery dell,
A lilt—'twas like the melody
That fairy minstrels swell.
"O, am not I the blythest May,
E'er drank heuen's breezy tide?
And weel may she be proud and gay,
That is young Willie's bride!
"For rosy is his douney cheile,
And fair his dimpled chin,
And baumey is the scented breath,
His tempting lips within."
Thus sweetly sang the bonnie bride,
As through the yellow broom
She bounded, by the greinwood schaw,
To meit her ain bridegroom.
And aye atween the lilts sae sweite,
Her pure young bosom swelled,
Ane form sae fair—ane eye sae brichte—
Hath mortal neuer beheld.
And the bridegroom met his bonnie bride
Upon the lily lea,
Where sweitly moans the forest waives
In mournfu' melody.
The breize o' heuen in plaintive play
Sang o'er the mountayne's breast,
Waiving the leavey canopy
Abune their cuche of rest.
He kissit the hinny frae her lip,
The dew drap frae her e e;—
May ilka true and leafu' knight
Pruve sic felicity!
Bonny Mary.
[William Wilson.]
When the sun gaes down, when the sun gaes down,
I'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down;
I'll row my apron up, an' I'll leave the reeky town,
And meet thee by the burnie when the sun gaesdown.
By the burnie there's a bower, we will gently lean us there,
An' forget in ithers arms every earthly care,
For the chiefest o' my joys in this weary mortal roun',
Is the burnside wi' Mary when the sun gaes down.
When the sun gaes down, &c.
There the ruin'd castle tower on the distant steep appears
Like a hoary auld warrior faded with years;
An' the burnie, stealin' by wi' a fairy silver soun',
Will soothe us wi' its music when the sun gaes down.
When the sun gaes down, &c.
The burnside is sweet when the dew is on the flower,
But 'tis like a little heaven at the trystin' hour!
An' with pity I would look on the king who wears the crown,
When wi' thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down.
When the sun gaes down, &c.
When the sun gaes down, when the sun gaes down,
I'll meet thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down;
Come in thy petticoatic, and thy little drugget gown.
And I'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down.
The unco bit want.
[Watson.—Tune, "Woo'd and married and a'."]
I am a young lass in my blossom,
My age is about twenty-one,
Quite ready to lie i' the bosom
