The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea,
And dear to my heart as the licht o' my ee.
But, oh, she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,
And my daddie has nocht but a cot-honse and yard
A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed
The wounds I maun hide that will soon be my deid.
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane ;
The nicht comes to me, but my rest it is gane
I wander my lane, like a nicht-troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breist.
Oh, had she but been of a lower degree,
I then micht hae hoped she wad smiled upon me I
Oh, how past descriving had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express !
THE LAST TIME I CAM OWER THE
MUIR.
RAMSAY.
Tune— The last time I cam o-wer the Muir.
The last time I cam ower the muir,
I left my love behind me :
Ye powers, what pains do I endure
When soft ideas mind me !
Soon as the ruddy morn display'd
The beaming day ensuing,
I met betimes my lovely maid.
In fit retreats for wooing.
We stray'd beside yon wand'ring stream,
And talk'd with hearts o'erflowing ;