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What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son ?
"What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son ?
I hae got deadly poison, mother, make my bed soon,
For life is a burden that soon I'll lay down.
THE PAIRTIN'
Words and Music by A. Hume.
Ma - ry, dear -est maid, I leave thee, Hame, an' Men's, an' coun-try dear.
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Ok! ne'er let our pair - tin' grieve thee, Hap-pier
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See yon bark sae proud - ly bound-ing, Soon shall bear me o'er the sea;
Hark! the trum-pet loud - ly sound - ing, Calls me far frae love an' thee.
Summer flow'rs shall cease to blossom,
Streams run backward frae the sea ;
Cauld in death maun be this bosom,
Ere it cease to throb for thee.
Fare thee weel — may ev'ry blessin'
Shed by Heav'n around thee fa' ;
Ae last time thy lov'd form pressin' —
Think o' me when far awa\
Cheerfulness— and Song.— If you would keep spring in your hearts, learn to sing._ There
is more merit in melody than most people are aware of. A cobbler who smoothes his wax-
ends with a song, will do as much work in a day, as one given to ill-nature would do in a
week. Songs are like sunshine, they run to cheerfulness to fill the bosom with such buoyancy
that, for the time being, you feel filled with June air, or like a meadow of clover in blossom.