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The bleating flocks that then came by,
Soon as the charming nymph they fpy,
They leave their hoarfe and ruful cry,
And dance around the brotfks.
The woods are glad, the meadows fmile,
And Forth that foam'd and roar'd ere while,
Glides calmly down as fmooth as oil,
Thro' all its charming crooks.
The finny fquadrons are content
To leave their wat'ry element,
In glazie numbers down they bent.
They flutter all along.
The infe&s, and each creeping thing,
Join'd to make up the rural ring ;
All frisk and dance, if me but fing,
And make a jovial throng.
Kind Vhaebus now began to rife,
And paint with red the eaftern skies,
Struck with the glory of her eyes,
He fhrinks behind. a cloud.
Her mantle on a bow me lays,
And all her glory me difplays,
She left all nature in amaze,
And skip'd iato the wood .
Lady Anne BothwelV Lament.
BA L O W, my boy, ly dill and ileep,
It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ;
If thou It befilent, I'll be glad,
Thy mourning makes my heart full fad,
Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,
Thy father bred me great annoy.
Balo-Wy my boy, ly jlill andjleep,
It grieves me fore to bear thts weep.
Balow,
The bleating flocks that then came by,
Soon as the charming nymph they fpy,
They leave their hoarfe and ruful cry,
And dance around the brotfks.
The woods are glad, the meadows fmile,
And Forth that foam'd and roar'd ere while,
Glides calmly down as fmooth as oil,
Thro' all its charming crooks.
The finny fquadrons are content
To leave their wat'ry element,
In glazie numbers down they bent.
They flutter all along.
The infe&s, and each creeping thing,
Join'd to make up the rural ring ;
All frisk and dance, if me but fing,
And make a jovial throng.
Kind Vhaebus now began to rife,
And paint with red the eaftern skies,
Struck with the glory of her eyes,
He fhrinks behind. a cloud.
Her mantle on a bow me lays,
And all her glory me difplays,
She left all nature in amaze,
And skip'd iato the wood .
Lady Anne BothwelV Lament.
BA L O W, my boy, ly dill and ileep,
It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ;
If thou It befilent, I'll be glad,
Thy mourning makes my heart full fad,
Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,
Thy father bred me great annoy.
Balo-Wy my boy, ly jlill andjleep,
It grieves me fore to bear thts weep.
Balow,
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Special collections of printed music > Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Tea-table miscellany, or, A collection of choice songs, Scots and English > (148) Page 120 - Lady Anne Bothwel's lament |
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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