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THE SAILOR
THE SCENE, SCOTLAND.
My dame, behold a sailor brave!
And he must quickly plough the sea;
Must leave, for ocean's boist'rous wave,
The rippling brook, and whispering tree.
The blackbird calls; the skylarks ring
Shrill carols thro' the welkin clear;
Nature's full chorus seems to sing,
“Still, happy sailor, linger here.”
And he must quickly plough the sea;
Must leave, for ocean's boist'rous wave,
The rippling brook, and whispering tree.
The blackbird calls; the skylarks ring
Shrill carols thro' the welkin clear;
Nature's full chorus seems to sing,
“Still, happy sailor, linger here.”
But, Dame, you view a sailor brave;
And he must plough the boist'rous wave.
And he must plough the boist'rous wave.
Yon dainty palace charms my eye,
And Avon's waters sweetly glide,
Fair Bircleugh's flowery terrace nigh,
Hast'ning to meet the bonny Clyde:
Ah! pleasing scene!—in rapt'rous mood,
How near thy braes I still could stray!
How range yon deep romantic wood,
And talk of love the live-long day!
And Avon's waters sweetly glide,
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Hast'ning to meet the bonny Clyde:
Ah! pleasing scene!—in rapt'rous mood,
How near thy braes I still could stray!
How range yon deep romantic wood,
And talk of love the live-long day!
But, Dame, &c.
As dew-drop Peggy's eye is bright,
Your Peggy's cheek as lily fair,
Her feet, as hare's, move soft and light,
Her voice like blackbird's loud and clear.
And she can soften every heart,
When fond she sings her “Highland Laddie;”
So quickly, Dame, must I depart,
And keep my heart still tight and steady.
Your Peggy's cheek as lily fair,
Her feet, as hare's, move soft and light,
Her voice like blackbird's loud and clear.
And she can soften every heart,
When fond she sings her “Highland Laddie;”
So quickly, Dame, must I depart,
And keep my heart still tight and steady.
But, Dame, &c.
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But, when on ocean's restless bed,
The ship rolls rocking to the wind,
When shores and cliffs, and hills are fled,
Thy kindness will I call to mind.
When dowie droops my head with grief,
And from my eye-lid steals a tear,
In grateful thoughts I'll find relief,
And Peggy's song my heart shall cheer.
The ship rolls rocking to the wind,
When shores and cliffs, and hills are fled,
Thy kindness will I call to mind.
When dowie droops my head with grief,
And from my eye-lid steals a tear,
In grateful thoughts I'll find relief,
And Peggy's song my heart shall cheer.
But, Dame, you view a sailor brave,
And now he hastes to plough the wave.
And now he hastes to plough the wave.
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