The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
678 I tossed and I tumbled, And sleep frae me fled. Now, it's, sleeping and waking, He's aye in my ee, And my heart aye plays Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie pattie.* THE SAILOR AND SHEPHERDESS. SAILOR. When lightning parts the thunder-cloud, That blackens all the sea, And tempests sough through sail and shroud, Ev'n then I'll think on thee, Mary. SHEPHERDESS. I wrap me in that keepsake plaid, And lie down amang the snaw ; While frozen are the tears I shed, For him that's far awa, Willie I SAILOR. — We sail past mony a bonny isle Wi' maids the shores are thrang ; Before my ee there's but ae smile, Within my ear ae sang, Mary. SHEPHERDESS. In kirk, on every Sabbath-day, For ane on the great deep, Unto my God I humbly pray And while I pray, I weep, Willie. * From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724, ;
679 SAILOR. The sands are bright wi' golden shells, The groves wi' blossoms fair And I think upon the heather-bells. That deck thy glossy hair, Mary. SHEPHERDESS. I read thy letters sent from far, And aft I kiss thy name, And ask my Maker, frae the war If ever thou'lt come hame, Willie. SAILOR. What though your father's hut be lown Aneath the green hill-side ? The ship that Willie sails in, blown Like chaff by wind and tide, Mary ? SHEPHERDESS. Oh I weel I ken the raging sea, And a' the steadfast land. Are held, wi' specks like thee and me, In the hollow of His hand, Willie. SAILOR. He sees thee sitting on the brae, Me hinging on the mast And o'er us baith, in dew or spray, His saving shield is cast, Mary.* From Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1832. ; ;
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679<br />
SAILOR.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sands are bright wi' golden shells,<br />
<strong>The</strong> groves wi' blossoms fair<br />
And I think upon the heather-bells.<br />
That deck thy glossy hair, Mary.<br />
SHEPHERDESS.<br />
I read thy letters sent from far,<br />
And aft I kiss thy name,<br />
And ask my Maker, frae the war<br />
If ever thou'lt come hame, Willie.<br />
SAILOR.<br />
What though your father's hut be lown<br />
Aneath the green hill-side ?<br />
<strong>The</strong> ship that Willie sails in, blown<br />
Like chaff by wind and tide, Mary ?<br />
SHEPHERDESS.<br />
Oh I weel I ken the raging sea,<br />
And a' the steadfast land.<br />
Are held, wi' specks like thee and me,<br />
In the hollow <strong>of</strong> His hand, Willie.<br />
SAILOR.<br />
He sees thee sitting on the brae,<br />
Me hinging on the mast<br />
And o'er us baith, in dew or spray,<br />
His saving shield is cast, Mary.*<br />
From Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1832.<br />
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