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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FAR AWA' FRAE THEE, ANNA. |
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FAR AWA' FRAE THEE, ANNA.
Far awa', far awa',
Far awa' frae thee, Anna,
I alane can tell the pain
I felt when leavin' thee, Anna.
Far awa' frae thee, Anna,
I alane can tell the pain
I felt when leavin' thee, Anna.
When first I saw the wileing glance
Shot frae thy lovely e'e, Anna,
My heart sunk into love's soft trance,
I thought on nought but thee, Anna.
Shot frae thy lovely e'e, Anna,
My heart sunk into love's soft trance,
I thought on nought but thee, Anna.
Far awa', &c.
The linn, wi' noddin' birks o'erhung,
Soft murmur'd down the vale, Anna,
Where sweet the mavis o'er us sung,
While whisp'ring love's kind tale, Anna.
Soft murmur'd down the vale, Anna,
Where sweet the mavis o'er us sung,
While whisp'ring love's kind tale, Anna.
Far awa', &c.
Thy charms beguiled the longest night,
Made short the longest day, Anna—
Bewitch'd me sae, while in thy sight,
They wadna let me gae, Anna.
Made short the longest day, Anna—
Bewitch'd me sae, while in thy sight,
They wadna let me gae, Anna.
Far awa', &c.
But now, when forced frae thee to roam
Far on a distant shore, Anna,
I pine in sorrow, while from home
And thee, whom I adore, Anna.
Far on a distant shore, Anna,
I pine in sorrow, while from home
And thee, whom I adore, Anna.
Far awa', &c.
Yet still hope's distant smile I see,
To glad the prospect drear, Anna,
That I shall yet return to thee,
Whom I o'er all revere, Anna.
To glad the prospect drear, Anna,
That I shall yet return to thee,
Whom I o'er all revere, Anna.
Far awa', &c.
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