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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THE MAID OF ARRAN. |
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THE MAID OF ARRAN.
I've wander'd here, and I've wander'd there,
Amang the western islands,
To view the scenes of nature fair
That grace the lanely Highlands.
But what to me seem'd nature's charms,
Dull, dreary, bleak, and barren,
Till I enfaulded in my arms
The lovely maid of Arran.
Amang the western islands,
To view the scenes of nature fair
That grace the lanely Highlands.
But what to me seem'd nature's charms,
Dull, dreary, bleak, and barren,
Till I enfaulded in my arms
The lovely maid of Arran.
Her eye serene show'd beauty's queen,
To love the soul beguiling,
With charms to move all hearts to love,
Such rapture's in her smiling.
Her brow the lily's hue bespeaks,
Her lips, the rose of Sharon,
And warm's the glow that tints the cheeks
Of the lovely Maid of Arran.
To love the soul beguiling,
With charms to move all hearts to love,
Such rapture's in her smiling.
Her brow the lily's hue bespeaks,
Her lips, the rose of Sharon,
And warm's the glow that tints the cheeks
Of the lovely Maid of Arran.
'Twas on the smooth shell-bedded shore,
Wash'd by the rippling ocean,
I first her spied, whom I adore
With love's unfeign'd emotion.
Unusual transport seized my soul,
All nymphs beside debarrin';
For there she reigns without control,
The lovely Maid of Arran.
Wash'd by the rippling ocean,
I first her spied, whom I adore
With love's unfeign'd emotion.
Unusual transport seized my soul,
All nymphs beside debarrin';
For there she reigns without control,
The lovely Maid of Arran.
Within Glenrosy's sunny vale
How sweet wi' her to wander;
Or lofty Goatfell's brow to scale,
And on her beauties ponder!
Let merchants strive for wealth and fame,
Let kings for power be warrin',
For me, I wish nae higher aim
Than the lovely Maid of Arran.
How sweet wi' her to wander;
Or lofty Goatfell's brow to scale,
And on her beauties ponder!
Let merchants strive for wealth and fame,
Let kings for power be warrin',
For me, I wish nae higher aim
Than the lovely Maid of Arran.
CHORUS.
Hail, lovely maid! hail, charming maid!Hail, peerless maid of Arran!
Nae lassie, though fair, can ever compare
Wi' the lovely Maid of Arran.
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