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O KENMURE'S ON AND AWA'.
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In vain, through shades of frowning night,
Mine eyes thy rocky coast explore,
Deep sinks the fiery orb of light,
I view thy beacons now no more.
Rise, billows, rise I blow, hollow wind!
(Nor night, nor storms, nor death, I fear),
Be friendly, bear me hence to find
That peace which fate denies me here.
Adieu, my native land, &c.
Mine eyes thy rocky coast explore,
Deep sinks the fiery orb of light,
I view thy beacons now no more.
Rise, billows, rise I blow, hollow wind!
(Nor night, nor storms, nor death, I fear),
Be friendly, bear me hence to find
That peace which fate denies me here.
Adieu, my native land, &c.
On This Cold Flinty Rock.
On this cold flinty rock I will lay down my head,
And happy will sing through the night;
The moon shall smile sweetly upon my cold bed,
And the stars crowd to give me a light.
Then, come to me, my gentle dear,
Oh, turn those sweet eyes unto me;
To my bosom now creep, I will sing thee to sleep,
And kiss from thy lid the sad tear.
And happy will sing through the night;
The moon shall smile sweetly upon my cold bed,
And the stars crowd to give me a light.
Then, come to me, my gentle dear,
Oh, turn those sweet eyes unto me;
To my bosom now creep, I will sing thee to sleep,
And kiss from thy lid the sad tear.
This innocent flower, which those rude cliffs unfold,
Is thou, love, the joy of this earth,
But the rock that it springs from, so flinty and cold,
Is thy father that gave thee thy birth.
Then, come to me, &c.
Is thou, love, the joy of this earth,
But the rock that it springs from, so flinty and cold,
Is thy father that gave thee thy birth.
Then, come to me, &c.
The dews that now hang on the cheek of the eve,
And the winds that do mournfully cry,
Are the sighs and the tears of the youth thou must leave,
To lie down in these deserts to die.
Then, come to me, &c.
And the winds that do mournfully cry,
Are the sighs and the tears of the youth thou must leave,
To lie down in these deserts to die.
Then, come to me, &c.
O Kenmure's on and Awa,' Willie.
O Kenmure's on and awa', Willie,
O Kenmure's on and awa';
And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.
O Kenmure's on and awa';
And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.