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WOE'S MY HEART THAT WE SHOULD SUNDER.
THE SONG WRITTEN
B Y ALLAN BAMSA Y.
W ith broken words, and downcast eyes,
Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;
And, parting- with his Lucy,* cries,
" Ah ! woe's my heart that we should sunder '.
To others I am cold as snow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder;
From thee with pain I'm forced to go —
It breaks my heart that we should sunder.
" Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range,
No beauty new my love shall hinder ;
Nor time nor place shall ever change
My vows, though we're obliged to sunder.
" The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invite our wonder :
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,
Shall still be present, tho' we sunder.
" Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this—
You'll ne'er engage a heart that's kinder :
Thenseal a promise with a kiss —
Always to love me though we sunder.
" Ye Gods ! take care of my dear lass,
That as I leave her I may find her ;
When that bless'd time shall come to pass,
We'll meet again, and never sunder!"
SONG FOR THE SAME AIR,
B Y ALLAN RAMS A Y.
opeak on — speak thus, and still my grief,
Hold up a heart that's sinking under
Those fears that soon will want relief,
When Pate must from his Peggy sunder.
A gentler face, and silk attire,
A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alack, poor me ! will now conspire,
To steal thee from thy Peggy's bosom.
Nae mair the Shepherd wha excell'd
The rest, whose wit made them to wonder,
Shall now his Peggy's praises tell ;
Ah ! I can die, but never sunder.
Ye meadows where we often stray 'd,
Ye banks where we were wont to wander,
Sweet-scented rucks, round which we play'd,
You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder !
Again, ah !, shall I never creep
Around the knowe, with silent duty,
Kindly to watch thee, while asleep,
And wonder at thy manly beauty !
Hear, Heaven, while solemnly I vow,
Tho' thou shouldst prove a wandering lover,
Thro' life to thee I shall prove true,
Nor be a wife to anv other !
* In the Author's edition of this song, the name is Grizie, which the Editor has taken the liberty of changing into
one that sounds more agreeably.
VOL. III.

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