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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.
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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Description | Scottish and English songs, military music and keyboard music of the 18th and 19th centuries. These items are from the collection of Alexander Wood Inglis of Glencorse (1854 to 1929). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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