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POPULAE SONGS. 39
The rose frae off the braes I'd pu',
To deck thy bosom fair :
The lily and the cowslip too,
To bind thy auburn hair.
If thoul't coasent to be my ain,
And share wi' me my lot ;
Oh 1 happy 1 will be wi' thee
In yonder lowly cot.
The heather bell, the heather bell,
Thou'rt dearer still to me ;
For now I call the lassie mine,
My heart, my soul, my ee.
THE ROSEBUD OF SUMMER.
Music by Sii' J. Stevenson.
When the rosebud of summer its beauties bestowing,
On winter's rude banks all its sweetness shall
pour.
And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be
glowing,
Oh! then dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.
I'll love you no more, &c.
When of hope the last spark, which thy smile loved
to cherish,
In my bosom shall die, audits splendour be o'er.
And the pulse of this heart which adores you shall
perish,
Ob ! then dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more-
ril love you no more, &c.
THE MOUNTAIN WARRIOR.
Air. — The Maid of Judah.
The warrior came down from his tent on the hill,
To woo in the vale of Cashmere :