The Scottish Celtic review

d':-.t:d'|s:-.IIs——:240 Rinn Eachan Maclachlainn.As the cloud's yellow wreath on the mountain's high brow,The locks of my fair one redundantly flow;Her cheeks have the tint that the roses display,When they glitter with dews on the morning of May.As the planet of Venus that gleams o'er the grove,Her blue-rolling eyes are the symbols of love :Her pearl-circled bosom diff'uses bright rays,Like the moon, when the stars are bedimm'd with her blaze.The mavis and lark, when they welcome the dawn.Make a chorus of joy to resound through the lawn :But the mavis is tuneless ; the lark strives in vain,When my beautiful charmer renews her sweet strain.When summer bes])angles the landscape with flow'rs,While the thrush and the cuckoo sing soft from the bow'rs,Through the wood-shaded windings with Bella I'll rove,And feast unrestrain'd on the smiles of my love.Air faillirin, &c.AIR FAILLIRIN ILLIRIX lULLIRIN O.r :-.m : r|r:-.m : su =d:d:*:—I H—:d.Mode of the 2nd of the 8cale.:1 |r:— :m; d:-.r:d |d:-.r:mi :-.l : 8| miii^^ilia^w-^^rIr-a(—al—2—S—*tr-»—»— m-1«cct=::^f==^=I=3:s':sl:-.t:d' iP:-:d m':-.r':d' |l:-.t:d' l:-.s :1 |r:ly — -J—l—j\~^—\—,—•—