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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FAR BEYOND THE ISLE OF KILDA.
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
The sun his daily course hath run,
And I must meet with fair Matilda.
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
The sun his daily course hath run,
And I must meet with fair Matilda.
Her father is a chieftain brave
As e'er wore tartan plaid or bonnet,
But vows no blood of Saxon slave
His clan will e'er have grafted on it.
As e'er wore tartan plaid or bonnet,
But vows no blood of Saxon slave
His clan will e'er have grafted on it.
Far beyond, &c.
I daurna in his ha' appear
For fear I rouse his Highland anger,
Sae I maun lanely linger here
Till she arrives who soothes my languor.
For fear I rouse his Highland anger,
Sae I maun lanely linger here
Till she arrives who soothes my languor.
Far beyond, &c.
A maid sae sweet and sae discreet
Ne'er brush'd the dew frae heather blossom;
Sae witchin' kind, sae pure her mind,
'Tis heaven to clasp her to my bosom.
Ne'er brush'd the dew frae heather blossom;
Sae witchin' kind, sae pure her mind,
'Tis heaven to clasp her to my bosom.
Far beyond, &c.
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I've beauties seen by winding Forth,
I've beauties seen where Clyde meanders,
But there's a beauty farther north,
Wi' her my fancy ever wanders.
I've beauties seen where Clyde meanders,
But there's a beauty farther north,
Wi' her my fancy ever wanders.
Far beyond, &c.
'Twere mean that I, a border knight,
Should bide a norlan' chieftain's fury,
Sae, lang ere dawn of morning light,
Matilda leaves the heights of Jura.
Should bide a norlan' chieftain's fury,
Sae, lang ere dawn of morning light,
Matilda leaves the heights of Jura.
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
The shades of night assist my flight
To gay Tweedside with fair Matilda.
Far beyond the Isle of Kilda,
The shades of night assist my flight
To gay Tweedside with fair Matilda.
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