Poems and songs By the late Richard Gall. With a memoir of the author |
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LOUISA IN LOCHABER. |
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LOUISA IN LOCHABER.
Can ought be constant as the sun,
That makes the world sae cheery?
Yes, a' the Powers can witness be,
The love I bear my dearie.
But what can make the hours seem lang,
An' rin sae wondrous dreary?
What but the space that lies between
Me an' my only dearie.
That makes the world sae cheery?
Yes, a' the Powers can witness be,
The love I bear my dearie.
But what can make the hours seem lang,
An' rin sae wondrous dreary?
What but the space that lies between
Me an' my only dearie.
Then fare ye weel, wha saw me aft
Sae blythe, baith late an' early;
An' fareweel scenes o' former joys,
That cherish life sae rarely!
Baith love an' beauty bid me flee,
Nor linger lang an' eerie,
But haste, an' in my arms enfauld
My only pride an' dearie.
Sae blythe, baith late an' early;
An' fareweel scenes o' former joys,
That cherish life sae rarely!
Baith love an' beauty bid me flee,
Nor linger lang an' eerie,
But haste, an' in my arms enfauld
My only pride an' dearie.
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I'll hail Lochaber's valleys green,
Whare mony a rill meanders;
I'll hail wi' joy its birken bowers,
For there Louisa wanders:
There will I clasp her to my breast,
An' tent her smile fu' cheery;
An' thus, without a wish or want,
Live happy wi' my dearie.
Whare mony a rill meanders;
I'll hail wi' joy its birken bowers,
For there Louisa wanders:
There will I clasp her to my breast,
An' tent her smile fu' cheery;
An' thus, without a wish or want,
Live happy wi' my dearie.
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