We'll glide where the mermaid is flinging
Her hair to the wild billows springing,
When the sea-berry waves
O'er the red coral caves,
And the harps of the ocean are ringing!
And in the hollow cavern's cells
We'll hear the water fairy's bells.
Chorus "Come when," &c.
We'll glide by the shores, where the bowers
Are filled with the fragrance of flowers,
Where the spirit of love
Haunts the cove by the grove,
And blesses a joyance like ours,
While echo all the night replies,
Sing on, sail on, Time flies, Time flies!
Chorus-"Come when," &c.
THERE's an eye that's as blue as the violet's bell,
When damp with the dews of the morning,
And a look that's as mild as the gentle gazelle,
The face of the fair one adorning,
There's a hue in her cheek like the roseate tinge
When the sun o'er the waters at even,
Sends his warm flush of light, through the vapory fringe, Of the white clouds which sleep in the heaven.
The breeze that comes rippling the water's smooth face,
Like her smile, makes the beautiful sweeter,
And a laugh o'er her countenance dances with grace,
Like the beam on the wave, when you meet her,
There's a charm in her voice, and a bliss in each word,
As the spirit of mirth in it haunting,
Like the form of a bird in the woodland that's heard,
Which is hid while its strain is enchanting.
The fairy that dwells in the crystal decked cells,
Has no charm like her own for beguiling,
For there's nothing that tells while she's weaving her spells,
But your heart is enchained by her smiling.
Ah! trust not the glance of her eye when its ray
Sends light in your bosom's recesses,
For as night follows day, so will grave follow gay,
For her smile is your bane, while it blesses!
HERE'S A HEALTH TO AULD SCOTIA.
HERE'S a health to auld Scotia, and dear Robie Burns,
The land of the thistle, the furze, and the ferns;
Braw chiels are they a', frae the Ayr to the Dee,
Frae the Cheviot Hills, to the waves of the Spey.
There snowy Ben Nevis stands white as the moon,
And silver Loch Lomond, and dear "Bonnie Doon,"
And a thousand sweet spots that we clasp to each breast,
Made dear by the Bard to our hearts in the West!
Auld Scotia! auld Scotia! how oft thy bright blades
Have flashed through the forest, and lighted the shades!
When clarion and pibroch burst forth in a peal,
Till a storm shook the hills from the clash of the steel!
But the tempest which raged through the firs and the
pines
Now sleeps, and the Rose with the Thistle entwines,
And high on Ben Lawers an Angel in mail
Doth wave the white banner of Peace in the gale.
186 HERE'S A HEALTH то AULD SCOTIA.
Then hail Caledonia! the home of brave men,
And lassies, who grace every mountain and glen,
Like the flowers which bloom on the heather so bare,
'Mid the brown waving broom sae smiling and fair.
Fareweel to thee Robin! the wee waters start
Out the springs of the 'ee, frae the well of the heart!
Thy memory we'll toast wherever Fate turns,
Wi' Scotland for ever! and auld Robie Burns!
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