Six Popular Songs (4)/The Braes of Busbie
THE BRAES OF BUSBIE.
What anguish wrung my throbbing heart,When fate decreed I should depart,Far from the lovely banks of Cart, And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.In vain I strove to check the sigh,Or tear that glitter'd in my eye,While thinking that the hour drew nigh Which drove me far from Busbie, O.
'Twas not to leave the verdant bowers,Nor glen bespread with summer flowers,'Twas not to leave that stream which pours Its murmuring tide thro' Busbie, O.But parting with Eliza dear,Of blooming cheek, and eye so clear—'Twas that which brought the frequent tear, When I took leave of Busbie, O.
Tho' far from her embraces torn,Yet oft on fancy homeward borne,With her I sat beneath you thorn Amang the braes of Busbie, O.And cheering hope, with radiant smile,Would still the fleeting hours beguile,When far from my dear native isle, And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.
But now return'd, again I roveWith her by lonely grot or grove,And fan the mutual flame of love Among the braes of Busbie, O. Let heroes chase the phantom fame,Peru's rich ore let miser's claim,My only wish, my dearest aim, Is that sweet nymph of Busbie, O.