Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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My Second shone like a silver floor
When the traveller passed from the cottar's door :
He saw the town on its distant ridge,
Yet he sighed no more for the f ar-oflf bridge ;
And his wish of the night soon gained its goal,
For he found my First when he reached my Whole.
When autumn winds are drear and chill,
And tempests o'er my Second burst,
I shun the heath and quit the hill,
To seek for shelter with my First :
But when the happy flowers are nurs'd
By July's st)ft and fragrant breath,
My Second wins me from my First,
Back to the scented hill and heath.
My Second takes a golden grace
From beam and breeze, on plain or knoll
My First, to help its pleasant face,
Demands the service of my Whole.
A traveller supped at a wayside inn.
Where the bacon was thick, but the ale was thin —
So it was not the latter that ran in his head
When he snatched up my First as he hurried to bed.
He rose from his couch at the dawn of day.
He shouldered my Second and went his way, —
His mind had a weight, and his pocket a load,
So he needed my Second to lighten the road.