LORD RANDAL. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A cold wind and a starless sky, Oh! come, Lord Randal, open your door, The snaw hangs in my scarlet robe, The sleet dreeps down my chin. Oh! come, Lord Randal, open your door, Oh! open that I may see Ae glance but of that bonnie blue eye That charm'd my heart frae me: Oh! come, Lord Randal, open your door, Or speak, that I may know Once mair the music of that tongue Her voice sank low as the tender babe's That makes its gentle moan, A cry still heard by that castle wa' In midnight mirk and lone: Lord Randal called his true love thrice, And wept and paused to hear; But, ah! ne'er mortal voice again Might win that lady's ear. THE MARINER. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. Ye winds which kiss the groves' green tops, And sweep the mountain hoar, O, softly stir the ocean waves O, bend his masts with pleasant gales, O leave nae mair the bonnie glen, And faithless is the wind Then leave nae mair my heart to break, 'Mang Scotland's hills behind. PEGGIE. WILLIAM NICHOLSON. Whan first I forgather'd wi' Peggie, My Peggie an' I ha'e sung, Till the stars did blink sae hie; Come weel or come wae to the biggin', My Peggie was dear to me. The stately aik stood on the mountain, When they saw their ain shape i' the Dee; "Twas there that I courted my Peggie, Till the kirk it fell foul o' me. Though love it has little to look for Frae the heart that's wedded to gear, A wife without house or a haudin' Gars ane look right blate like an' queer; Gars ane baith look blate like an' queer, It vex'd me her sighin' an' sabbin', An' dight the sa't tear frae her e’e? The warl's a wearifu' wister; But Peggie's ay dear to me. SING ON, SING ON. R. M'C. Sing on, sing on, thou little bird It's gude to ha'e a lightsome heart, A heart that's fu' of glee; And I would bless thy gladsome notes, Though sorrow dwells with me. Thou sings to see the gowans bloom, And wilt thou, gentle, win her love, O dinna langer strain thy throat, And, as thy gentle mate does now, She listen'd to the lay, And I sang on, and she proved false O cease thy roundelay. O MY LOVE IS A COUNTRY LASS. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. O my love is a country lass, |