Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
     Around Eliza’s dwelling;
     O mem’ry! spare the cruel thoes
     Within my bosom swelling. 
     Condemn’d to drag a hopeless chain
     And yet in secret languish;
     To feel a fire in every vein,
     Nor dare disclose my anguish.

     Love’s veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,
     I fain my griefs would cover;
     The bursting sigh, th’ unweeting groan,
     Betray the hapless lover. 
     I know thou doom’st me to despair,
     Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
     But, O Eliza, hear one prayer—­
     For pity’s sake forgive me!

     The music of thy voice I heard,
     Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
     I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear’d,
     Till fears no more had sav’d me: 
     Th’ unwary sailor thus, aghast
     The wheeling torrent viewing,
     ’Mid circling horrors sinks at last,
     In overwhelming ruin.

Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie

     Tune—­“Roy’s Wife.”

     Chorus—­Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie? 
     Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie? 
     Well thou know’st my aching heart,
     And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?

     Is this thy plighted, fond regard,
     Thus cruelly to part, my Katie? 
     Is this thy faithful swain’s reward—­
     An aching, broken heart, my Katie! 
     Canst thou leave me, &c.

     Farewell! and ne’er such sorrows tear
     That finkle heart of thine, my Katie! 
     Thou maysn find those will love thee dear,
     But not a love like mine, my Katie,
     Canst thou leave me, &c.

My Nanie’s Awa

     Tune—­“There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.”

     Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,
     And listens the lambkins that bleat o’er her braes;
     While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw,
     But to me it’s delightless—­my Nanie’s awa.

     The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
     And violetes bathe in the weet o’ the morn;
     They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
     They mind me o’ Nanie—­and Nanie’s awa.

     Thou lav’rock that springs frae the dews of the lawn,
     The shepherd to warn o’ the grey-breaking dawn,
     And thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa’,
     Give over for pity—­my Nanie’s awa.

     Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey,
     And soothe me wi’ tidings o’ Nature’s decay: 
     The dark, dreary Winter, and wild-driving snaw
     Alane can delight me—­now Nanie’s awa.

The Tear-Drop

     Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e;
     Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: 
     Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
     And the sweet voice o’ Pity ne’er sounds in my ear.