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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I WILL STRAY TO YON GLEN. |
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I WILL STRAY TO YON GLEN.
I will stray to yon glen
Where the clear burnie's rowin',
Round the green fairy den,
In the sun's rays a' glowin'.
Where the thrush thrills his lay
'Mang the green birks sae clearly,
I will spend the lang day
Wi' the lass I like dearly.
Where the clear burnie's rowin',
Round the green fairy den,
In the sun's rays a' glowin'.
Where the thrush thrills his lay
'Mang the green birks sae clearly,
I will spend the lang day
Wi' the lass I like dearly.
O! what transport to lie
'Neath the broom's gowden blosom,
Wi' my hale earthly joy
Fondly pressed to my bosom!
While the mild western breeze
Fans the sweet-scented bowers,
And the saft hum of bees
Flows amang the wild flowers.
'Neath the broom's gowden blosom,
Wi' my hale earthly joy
Fondly pressed to my bosom!
While the mild western breeze
Fans the sweet-scented bowers,
And the saft hum of bees
Flows amang the wild flowers.
Let the vague city beau,
Sae affectedly witty,
Woo the gay belle of show,
Deck'd in satins sae pretty;
I nae envy can feel
For his heart-teasing treasure,
Since my Mary, mair leal,
Bears me love without measure.
Sae affectedly witty,
Woo the gay belle of show,
Deck'd in satins sae pretty;
I nae envy can feel
For his heart-teasing treasure,
Since my Mary, mair leal,
Bears me love without measure.
Then I'll stray to yon glen
Where the clear burnie's rowin',
Round the green fairy den,
In the sun's rays a' glowin'.
And there spend my hale life,
And will ne'er think it dreary,
Far frae wild jarring strife,
Wi' the lass I like dearly.
Where the clear burnie's rowin',
Round the green fairy den,
In the sun's rays a' glowin'.
And there spend my hale life,
And will ne'er think it dreary,
Far frae wild jarring strife,
Wi' the lass I like dearly.
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