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THE POCKET SONGSTER ;
Tlien pride might climb the shpp'ry steep^
Where fiime and honours lofty sliine ;
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
Or downward seek the Indian mine ;
Give me the cot below the pine,
To tent the flocks or till the soil,
And every day have joys divine,
With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmj^le. Bums,
THE DISCONSOLATE LOVER,
Tune — Bonnie Dundee.
Keen, keen blew the tempest, when Night, sullen
queen,
Had^rawn her dark veil owre the beams o' the
When Lma, fair wanderer, had fled from the scene,
An' WHiter, its havock had truly begun :
In hopes to see Flora I stray'd from my home,
An' wander'd alane by the wind-beaten shore ;
But, ah i cruel death had her laid in the tomb —
My liiirest an' dearest, alas ! was no more !
How sad was my mind when I enter'd her cot,
When a'thing around me look'd dreary an'
hoar ;
The looks o' her parents ne'er can be forgot,
^Y]^en they told me dear Flora I'd never see