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Sweet blooms the Rose.
Tune.—The last time I came o'er the Moor.
Sweet blooms the rose on Largy's side,
And fair are Largy's lasses;
But there is one, and Largy's pride,
That all the rest surpasses.
When first I saw this charming maid,
Her words and smiles quit won me,
I sat and sigh'd, but little said,
Ye powers, she has undone me!
And fair are Largy's lasses;
But there is one, and Largy's pride,
That all the rest surpasses.
When first I saw this charming maid,
Her words and smiles quit won me,
I sat and sigh'd, but little said,
Ye powers, she has undone me!
'Twas Largy fair, each lad and lass,
With blythesome hearts were dancing,
We sat us down upon the grass,
With brimful glasses glancing,
Then love and drink, my soul beguil'd,
With flattering words she courted,
Ah! witching maid! she only smil'd,
And with my passion sported.
With blythesome hearts were dancing,
We sat us down upon the grass,
With brimful glasses glancing,
Then love and drink, my soul beguil'd,
With flattering words she courted,
Ah! witching maid! she only smil'd,
And with my passion sported.
Ye shepherds gay, on Largy rocks,
Who oft delight to view her,
O! tell me where she tends her flocks,
For I'm resolv'd to woo her.
I'll haunt her close, both night and morn,
If she persist to shun me,
I'll seek some cave, and there, forlorn,
I'll sing how she's undone me.
Who oft delight to view her,
O! tell me where she tends her flocks,
For I'm resolv'd to woo her.
I'll haunt her close, both night and morn,
If she persist to shun me,
I'll seek some cave, and there, forlorn,
I'll sing how she's undone me.