1792. Of a' the Airts Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! 20 Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Robert Burns. 1790. OF A' THE AIRTS OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. 8 16 Robert Burns. HIGHLAND MARY YE banks and braes and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, And there the langest tarry; How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Was my sweet Highland Mary. 16 Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh! fell Death's untimely frost, Now green 's the sod, and cauld 's the clay, 24 If Doughty Deeds O pale, pale now, those rosy lips 1792. 1799. 32 Robert Burns. IF DOUGHTY DEEDS IF doughty deeds my lady please, And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, If gay attire delight thine eye, I'll tend thy chamber door all night, 12 If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, That voice that nane can match. But if fond love thy heart can gain, Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue; 1801-2. O tell me how to woo! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; For thy dear sake nae care I 'll take Robert Cunninghame-Graham. 20 32 COUNTY GUY АH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who trill'd all day, Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, "Fly to the Desert, Fly with Me' The village maid steals through the shade To Beauty shy, by lattice high, The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; 1823. 16 Sir Walter Scott. "FLY TO THE DESERT, FLY WITH ME" From Lalla Rookh "FLY to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But oh! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love or thrones without? 4 "Our rocks are rough, but smiling there "Our sands are bare, but down their slope The silvery-footed antelope As gracefully and gayly springs As o'er the marble courts of kings. 8 12 |