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THOU'RT GANE AWA' FRAE ME, MARY.
Thou'ht gane avva', thou'rt gane awa',
Thou'rt gane awa' frae me, Mary ;
Nor friends nor I could make thee stay,
Thou'st cheated them and me, Mary.
Until this hour I never thought
That aught could alter thee, Mary,
Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,
Think what you will of me, Mary.
Whate'er he said, or might pretend,
Wha stole that heart of thine, Mary ;
True love, I'm sure, was ne'er his end,
Or nae such love as mine, Mary.
1 spoke sincere, nor flattered much,
Had no unworthy thoughts, Mary j
Ambition, wealth, nor naething such,
No, I lov'd only thee, Mary !
Tho' you've been false, yet while I live
No other maid I'll woo, Mary ;
Let friends forget, as I forgive
Thy wrongs to them and me, Mary.
So then, farewell ! of this be sure,
Since you've been false to me, Mary,
For all the world I'd not endure
Half what I've done for thee, Mary.
SONG TO THE SAME AIR,
WRITTEH
BY WILLIAM FALCONER.
T- he smiling plains, profusely gay,
Are dress'd in all the pride of May ;
The birds around, in every vale,
Breathe rapture on the vocal gale.
But, ah ! Miranda, without thee,
Nor spring nor summer smiles on me !
All lonely in the secret shade,
I mourn thy absence, charming maid.
O soft as love ! as honour fair !
More gently sweet than vernal air !
Come to my arms, for you alone
Can all my anguish past atone !
O come, and to my bleeding heart
Th' ambrosial balm of love impart !
Thy presence lasting joy shall bring,
And give the year eternal spring
VOL. IV.