The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
384 Though thou were rebel to the king, And beat with wind and rain, Assure thyself of welcome, love, For old long syne. SECOND PART. My soul is ravish'd with delight When you I think upon ; All griefs and sorrows take the flight, And hastily are gone The fair resemblance of your face So fills this breast of mine, No fate nor force can it displace, For old long syne. Since thoughts of you do banish grief, When I'm from you removed ; And if in them I find relief, When with sad cares I'm moved, How doth your presence me affect With ecstasies divine, Especially when I reflect On old long syne. Since thou hast robb'd me of my heart, By those resistless powers Which Madam Nature doth impart To those fair eyes of yours. With honour it doth not consist To hold a slave in pyne ; Pray let your rigour, then, desist, For old long syne. 'Tis not my freedom I do crave, By deprecating pains
385 Sure, liberty he would not have Who glories in his chains But this I wish—the gods would move That noble soul of thine To pity, if thou canst not love. For old long syiie.* CROMLET'S LILT. Tune—i?oJi« Adair, Since all thy vows, false maid, Are blown to air, And my poor heart betray'd To sad despair Into some wilderness My grief I will express, And thy hard-heartedness. Oh, cruel fair Have I not graven our loves On every tree In yonder spreading grove, Though false thou be ? Was not a solemn oath Plighted betwixt us both. Thou thy faith, I my troth, Constant to be ? Some gloomy place I'll find, Some doleful shade, * From Watson's Collection of Scots Poems, Part III., 1711. This is, therefore, the oldest known set of verses to .the popular air of " Auld Lang Syne." 2k
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384<br />
Though thou were rebel to the king,<br />
And beat with wind and rain,<br />
Assure thyself <strong>of</strong> welcome, love,<br />
For old long syne.<br />
SECOND PART.<br />
My soul is ravish'd with delight<br />
When you I think upon ;<br />
All griefs and sorrows take the flight,<br />
And hastily are gone<br />
<strong>The</strong> fair resemblance <strong>of</strong> your face<br />
So fills this breast <strong>of</strong> mine,<br />
No fate nor force can it displace,<br />
For old long syne.<br />
Since thoughts <strong>of</strong> you do banish grief,<br />
When I'm from you removed ;<br />
And if in them I find relief,<br />
When with sad cares I'm moved,<br />
How doth your presence me affect<br />
With ecstasies divine,<br />
Especially when I reflect<br />
On old long syne.<br />
Since thou hast robb'd me <strong>of</strong> my heart,<br />
By those resistless powers<br />
Which Madam Nature doth impart<br />
To those fair eyes <strong>of</strong> yours.<br />
With honour it doth not consist<br />
To hold a slave in pyne ;<br />
Pray let your rigour, then, desist,<br />
For old long syne.<br />
'Tis not my freedom I do crave,<br />
By deprecating pains
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