THE MARINER.
1
Ye winds which kiss the groves' green tops,
And sweep the mountain hoar,
O, softly stir the ocean waves
Which sleep along the shore;
For my love sails the fairest ship
That wantons on the sea:
O, bend his masts with pleasant gales,
And waft him hame to me.
2
O leave nae mair the bonnie glen,
Clear stream, and hawthorn grove,
Where first we walked in gloaming grey,
And sigh'd and look'd of love;
For faithless is the ocean wave,
And faithless is the wind—
Then leave nae mair my heart to break,
'Mang Scotland's hills behind.
