XCI. MY FATHER AND MOTHER, &c. AIR-The Harper of Mull. "My father and mother now lie with the dead, "No, Menie tho' father and mother are gone, Will still be as constant as ever to thee. "Then how canst thou seek on a far distant strand "No more, my dear Menie-thy wish I obey, We're happier than those who their thousands can boast.' XCII. FAREWELL. Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky. Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word-Farewell!-Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. I only feel-Farewell!-Farewell! CXIII. WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad, But warily tent, when ye come to court me, At kirk or at market, when e'er ye meet me, Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, For fear she should wile your fancy frae me, XCIV. KELVIN GROVE, AIR-Bonnie lassie, O. Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, O, Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonny lassie, O. We will wander by the mill, bonny lassie, O, Of the lofty water-fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, O, Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, O, Where so oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, O, With the songsters in the grove, We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonny lassie, O. Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, O, To the fragrant scented brier Even to thee of all most dear, bonny lassie, O. For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonny lassie, O, Wake the warblers from the spray, And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie, O, Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonny lassie, O, Wilt thou, Ellen, when you hear Of thy lover on his bier, To his mem❜ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O. |