Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THINK OF THY VOWS.
When the blithe smile of spring
Decks the woods all in green,
And the birds sweetly sing
By the smooth winding stream;
When the daisies snow-white
Gem the green grassy lea,
I'll hie with delight,
My dear Mary, to thee.
Decks the woods all in green,
And the birds sweetly sing
By the smooth winding stream;
When the daisies snow-white
Gem the green grassy lea,
I'll hie with delight,
My dear Mary, to thee.
Oh! think of thy vows
In the green hazel bower,
On the sun-gilded knows,
By yon grey ruined tower;
When the sun's yellow rays
Slanted o'er the green plain,
And thy voice joined the lays
Of the pipe of thy swain:—
In the green hazel bower,
On the sun-gilded knows,
By yon grey ruined tower;
When the sun's yellow rays
Slanted o'er the green plain,
And thy voice joined the lays
Of the pipe of thy swain:—
There you vow'd, if sweet spring
Should to us e'er return,
And the merle again sing
In the shade by the burn,
That thy hand and thy heart
Should for ever be mine;
When we'd meet, ne'er to part,
At kind Hymen's fair shrine.
Should to us e'er return,
And the merle again sing
In the shade by the burn,
That thy hand and thy heart
Should for ever be mine;
When we'd meet, ne'er to part,
At kind Hymen's fair shrine.
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