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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."
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