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 ABSENT SWAIN. |
 | Poems, on sacred and other subjects |  |
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THE ABSENT SWAIN.
Why sae soon awa', Jeanie?
Why sae soon awa'?
Come back again to Torrance glen,
And gang nae mair awa'.
Why sae soon awa'?
Come back again to Torrance glen,
And gang nae mair awa'.
The birks hing wavin' owre the rocks,
The primrose gilds the brae,
Laburnum waves her yellow locks
Within the sunny ray;
The mavis pours his meltin' strain
Within the greenwood shaw;
But nature smiles to me in vain,
For now thou'rt far awa'.
The primrose gilds the brae,
Laburnum waves her yellow locks
Within the sunny ray;
The mavis pours his meltin' strain
Within the greenwood shaw;
But nature smiles to me in vain,
For now thou'rt far awa'.
Why sae soon awa', &c.
Oh lay your love some ither airt
Before your face I saw?
O had some ither won your heart,
And won it ance for a'?
That noucht could gar your fancy jee,
To dwell by Calder's side,
When I could gi'e the warl' for thee,
Gin ye wad be my bride.
Before your face I saw?
O had some ither won your heart,
And won it ance for a'?
That noucht could gar your fancy jee,
To dwell by Calder's side,
When I could gi'e the warl' for thee,
Gin ye wad be my bride.
Why sae soon awa', &c.
Oh gin I kenn'd but whare ye dwell,
Though distant mony a mile,
Nae win' nor weet, nor snaw nor sleet,
Wad gar me think on toil;
If cheerin' hope ae ray wad drop,
To say ye wad return,
To spend your days on Calder braes,
Beside the wimplin burn.
Though distant mony a mile,
Nae win' nor weet, nor snaw nor sleet,
Wad gar me think on toil;
If cheerin' hope ae ray wad drop,
To say ye wad return,
To spend your days on Calder braes,
Beside the wimplin burn.
Why sae soon awa', &c.
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