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TH£ WEARY PUND OF TOW.
THE SONG WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK
B Y MRS HUNTER,
AND HERE FIRST UNITED TO THE MUSIC.
-He's far away, he's far away, O may he come in happy hour,
But surely he will come ; My drooping- soul to cheer !
Ye moments fly, pass swiftly by, For him I'll deck my cypress bow'r
And bring my soldier home. With roses all the year.
Alas ! I look, and look in vain, Alas ! I look, and look in vain,
And listen to each sound, And listen to each sound,
The joyless sun declines again, The joyless sun declines again,
And so the days go round. And so the days go round.
He's far away, &c. He's far away, &c.
The heavy clouds of sorrow fled,
How bright the sun appears,
But cheerless were the beams he shed
Seen dimly through our tears.
Now, hope again shall wake the strings
To pleasure's jocund lay,
When time upon his dusky wings
Bears all our cares away.
He's far away, &c.
THE FOLLOWING SONG TO THE SAME AIR IS
BY BURNS.
Ti *v.„ .. nn »„ ™,r>A There sat a bottle in a bole,
he weary pund, the weary puna,
The weary pund o' tow ; Ayont the ingle low,
I thought my wife would end her life And aye she took the tither sook,
Before she span her tow. To drook the stoul 7 tow -
I bought my wife a stane o' lint, The weary pund, &c.
As good as e'er did grow, u p or shame !" said I, " you dirty dame,
And a' that she could make o' that << Gae spin your tap o' tow " —
Was ae poor pund o' tow. g ne took the rock, and wi' a knock
The weary pund, &c. She brake it o'er my pow !
The weary pund, &c.
At length her feet — I sang to see't,
Gaed foremost o'er the knowe ;
And ere I wed another jade,
i I'll wallop in a tow.
The weary pund, &c.