My heid is like to rend, Willie,
My heart is like to break;
I ’m wearin’ aff my feet, Willie,
I ’m dyin’ for your sake!
O, say ye ’ll think on me, Willie,
Your hand on my briest-bane,—
O, say ye ’ll think of me, Willie,
When I am deid and gane!
It ’s vain to comfort me, Willie,
Sair grief maun ha’e its will;...
I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The luve o’ life’s young day!
The fire that ’s blawn on Beltane e’en
May weel be black gin Yule;
But blacker fa’ awaits the heart
Where first fond luve grows cule.
O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
The thochts o’ bygane...
They come! the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers;
They come! the gladsome months that bring thick leafiness to bowers.
Up, up, my heart! and walk abroad; fling cark and care aside;
Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide;
Or, underneath the shadow vast of patriarchal tree,
Scan through its leaves the cloudless sky in...
A Steed! a steed of matchlesse speed,
A sword of metal keene!
All else to noble heartes is drosse,
All else on earth is meane.
The neighyinge of the war-horse prowde,
The rowlinge of the drum,
The clangor of the trumpet lowde,
Be soundes from heaven that come;
And oh! the thundering presse of knightes,
Whenas...
