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 LASS OF DYCHMONT-HILL.
The sun's departing splendour
Frae out the glens now steals awa',
And tints wi' orange grandeur
The tap o' Bothwell-castle's wa';
And now, 'neath dews sae mellow,
That sweetly on the fields distil,
Amang the broom sae yellow,
I'll meet the lass of Dychmont-hill.
Frae out the glens now steals awa',
And tints wi' orange grandeur
The tap o' Bothwell-castle's wa';
And now, 'neath dews sae mellow,
That sweetly on the fields distil,
Amang the broom sae yellow,
I'll meet the lass of Dychmont-hill.
Sweet maids baith fair and comely
Adorn the fertile country wide,
In gaudy dress or homely,
Along the charming vale of Clyde;
But a' I've heard, and a' I've seen,
To gar the youthfu' bosom thrill,
Gi'e me the lips, gi'e me the e'en,
Of her wha dwells on Dychmont-hill.
Adorn the fertile country wide,
In gaudy dress or homely,
Along the charming vale of Clyde;
But a' I've heard, and a' I've seen,
To gar the youthfu' bosom thrill,
Gi'e me the lips, gi'e me the e'en,
Of her wha dwells on Dychmont-hill.
But oh! her lovely bosom,
Where reigns that heart unstained by guile,
The purest lily's blossom
Compared wi' that were dim and vile.
Leal, constant, undeceiving,
Ne'er teas'd wi' a capricious will;
If she'll be mine, then I'll entwine
My fate wi' hers of Dychmont-hill.
Where reigns that heart unstained by guile,
The purest lily's blossom
Compared wi' that were dim and vile.
Leal, constant, undeceiving,
Ne'er teas'd wi' a capricious will;
If she'll be mine, then I'll entwine
My fate wi' hers of Dychmont-hill.
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