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An' Heaven grant I act my part
TUNE-Logie o' Buchan.
My bonny Eliza is fled frae the town,
An' left her poor Jamie her loss to bemoan;
For the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
The Lowlands may weep, and the Highlands may
In welcome to her that's the flower of our isle :
There's ae bitter thought has gi'en me muckle pain,
I fear I will never behold her again;
I canna get quit o't, by night nor by day,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
O, sweet may the breeze be her mountains between;
And sweet be her walks through her woodlands so green!
And sweet be the murmurs of fair winding Tay, Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away!
I love her; I own it; I'll own it again;
Nor fairy, nor bogle, will chase it away.
TUNE-Prince William Henry's Delight.
SING on, sing on, my bonny bird,
My heart play'd deep against my breast!
O weels me on my happy lot!
The lavrock on the green, O;
Sing on, sing on, my bonny thrush,
If love wad open a' her stores,
An' a' her bloomin' treasures,
A bramble shade around her head,
A burine poplin' by, O;
Our bed the swaird, our sheet the plaid,
An' here's the burn, an' there's the bush
An' this the plaid, an' sure the lass
Hear me, thou bónny modest moon!
That roam athwart the sky, O!
Ye saw me blest yestreen, O; An' ever till I breathe my last Ye'll see me true to Jean, O.
TUNE-O'er the Muir amang the Heather.
THOUGH I've enjoy'd my youth in health,
Until I saw my bonny Leezy.
The mountain pine, an' simple daisy;
But nought I've seen can e'er compare
I've seen the hare trip o'er the dale,
For lively ease, she dings them fairly.
Hae gi'en my heart an unco heezy: It canna be, that pride or scorn
Can lodge within the breast o' Leezy.
I winna greet, I winna dee,
Though love has made me something reezy; But mirth shall ne'er gang down wi' me
If aught befa' my bonny Leezy. When her and I to rest are gane,
May shepherds strew our graves wi' daisy! And when o'er us they make their maen, Aye join my name wi' bonny Leezy!,
NOW WELL MAY I.
Now well may I the haunts defy,