III.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest! 
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! 
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure! 
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! 
Ae farewell, alas, for ever! 
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.

13. Ye Flowery Banks.

I.

Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon,
  How can ye blume sae fair? 
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
  And I sae fu’ o’ care?

II.

Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
  That sings upon the bough: 
Thou minds me o’ the happy days
  When my fause Luve was true!

III.

Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
  That sings beside thy mate: 
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
  And wist na o’ my fate!

IV.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonie Doon
  To see the woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o’ its luve,
  And sae did I o’ mine.

V.

Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose
  Frae aff its thorny tree,
And my fause luver staw my rose,
  But left the thorn wi’ me.

14. A Red, Red Rose.

I.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
  That’s newly sprung in June. 
O, my luve is like the melodie,
  That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

II.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
  So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  Till a’ the seas gang dry.

III.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
  And the rocks melt wi’ the sun! 
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.

IV.

And fare the weel, my only luve,
  And fare the weel a while! 
And I will come again, my luve,
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

15. Mary Morison.

I.

O Mary, at thy window be! 
  It is the wish’d, the trysted hour. 
Those smiles and glances let me see,
  That make the miser’s treasure poor. 
  How blythely wad I bide the stoure,
A weary slave frae sun to sun,
  Could I the rich reward secure—­
The lovely Mary Morison!

II.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
  The dance gaed thro’ the lighted ha’,
To thee my fancy took its wing,
  I sat, but neither heard or saw: 
  Tho’ this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a’ the town,
  I sigh’d and said amang them a’:—­
“Ye are na Mary Morison!”