Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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To My Dear Lassie Far Away.
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To My Dear Lassie Far Away.
How happy, happy were the hours
'Mang Crawick's woods o' deepenin' green!
Where aft 'mang simmer's dewy flow'rs
We wander'd baith sae bless'd at e'en.
There first thy soft young blushin' cheek
I to my bosom fondly pressed,—
What thy sweet lips refused to speak,
A trembling heart o' love confess'd.
'Mang Crawick's woods o' deepenin' green!
Where aft 'mang simmer's dewy flow'rs
We wander'd baith sae bless'd at e'en.
There first thy soft young blushin' cheek
I to my bosom fondly pressed,—
What thy sweet lips refused to speak,
A trembling heart o' love confess'd.
While o'er us flew the bloomin' year,
Aye kinder our acquaintance grew;
But ah! a partin' hour drew near—
We met to tak' a fond adieu!
Then, while thy languid downcast eye
Hid in my bosom fondly lay,
You said, an' breath'd a farewell sigh,
You'd think on me when far away!
Aye kinder our acquaintance grew;
But ah! a partin' hour drew near—
We met to tak' a fond adieu!
Then, while thy languid downcast eye
Hid in my bosom fondly lay,
You said, an' breath'd a farewell sigh,
You'd think on me when far away!
How thrill'd my breast wi' tender pain
Frae thy last dear embrace to part;
I thocht that maybe ne'er again
You'd press me to a lovin' heart:
I thocht on days o' love gane by,
On days when parted far frae you:—
When last I met that tearfu' eye
My lips could hardly breathe adieu!
Frae thy last dear embrace to part;
I thocht that maybe ne'er again
You'd press me to a lovin' heart:
I thocht on days o' love gane by,
On days when parted far frae you:—
When last I met that tearfu' eye
My lips could hardly breathe adieu!
Sweet partner o' love's happiest hours!
Companion o' my midnight dreams!
O think, while wand'ring 'mang the bow'rs
That shade my native mountain streams,
Thou'rt oft recalled wi' fond delight
When in my e'enin' walk I stray!
My heart's sweet song in falling night
Is “My dear lassie far away!”
Companion o' my midnight dreams!
O think, while wand'ring 'mang the bow'rs
That shade my native mountain streams,
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When in my e'enin' walk I stray!
My heart's sweet song in falling night
Is “My dear lassie far away!”
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