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O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON REE ROSE.
"There is no glory left us now,
Like the glory with the dead:
I would that where they slumber now,
My latest leaves were shed!"
Like the glory with the dead:
I would that where they slumber now,
My latest leaves were shed!"
O thou dark tree, thou lonely tree,
That mournest for the past,
A peasant's home in thy shade I see,
Embowered from every blast.
That mournest for the past,
A peasant's home in thy shade I see,
Embowered from every blast.
A lovely and a mirthful sound
Of laughter meets mine ear;
For the poor man's children sport around,
On the turf, with nought to fear.
Of laughter meets mine ear;
For the poor man's children sport around,
On the turf, with nought to fear.
And roses lend that cabin-wall
A happy summer glow;
The open door stands free to all,
For it recks not of a foe.
A happy summer glow;
The open door stands free to all,
For it recks not of a foe.
The village bells are on the breeze
That stirs thy leaf, dark tree!
How can I mourn, midst things like these,
For the gloomy past with thee?
That stirs thy leaf, dark tree!
How can I mourn, midst things like these,
For the gloomy past with thee?
O Gin My Love Were Yon Red Rose.
O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel' a drap o' dew,
Down on that red rose I would fa'.
O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny;
My love's bonny, and fair to see;
Whene'er I look on her weel-fared face,
She looks and smiles again to me.
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel' a drap o' dew,
Down on that red rose I would fa'.
O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny;
My love's bonny, and fair to see;
Whene'er I look on her weel-fared face,
She looks and smiles again to me.
O gin my love were a pickle o' wheat,
And growing upon yon lily lee,
And I mysel' a bonny wee bird,
Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee.
O my love's bonny, &c.
And growing upon yon lily lee,
And I mysel' a bonny wee bird,
Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee.
O my love's bonny, &c.
O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd,
And I the keeper of the key,
I wad open the kist whene'er I list,
And in that coffer I wad be.
O my love's bonny, &c.
And I the keeper of the key,
I wad open the kist whene'er I list,
And in that coffer I wad be.
O my love's bonny, &c.