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With sentiment.
CASTLES IN THE AIR.
what sees he there? Ha! the young dreamer's bigging castles in the air.
His wee chub-by face, and his tou - zie cur - ly pow, Are laughing and
singe his sun - ny hair, Glow'ring at the imps wi' their castles in the air.
He sees muclde castles towering to the moon !
He sees little sodgers pu'ing them a' doun !
Worlds whomhling up and doun, bleezing wi' a flare, —
See how he loups! as they glimmer in the air.
For a' sae sage he looks, what can the laddie ken ?
He's thinking upon naething, like mony mighty men ;
A wee thing mak's us think, a sma' thing mak's us stare, —
There are mair folk than him bigging castles in the air.
Sic a night in winter may weel mak' him cauld :
His chin upon his buffy hand will soon mak' him auld;
His brow is brent sae braid, pray that daddy Care,
Would let the wean alane wi' his castles in the air !
He'll glower at the fire! and he'll keek at the light!
But mony sparkling stars are swallow'd up by night;
Aulder een than his are glamoured by a glare,
Hearts are broken, heads are turn'd wi' castles in the air.
Note.— The words of this song are inserted by the kind permission of the Publisher, Mr.
D. Robertson, and the Author, Mr. James Ballantine; and the Music by the kind permission
of Messrs. David Swan & Co., 70 Buchanan-Street, of whom copies of this song, with Piano-
Forte accompaniments, may be hud, price One Shilling.