Non Poco Adagio. YARICO TO HER LOVER. When night spreads her sha-dows around, When night spreads her sha-dows a-round, My O! NANNY, WILT THOU GANG WI' ME? wert fair-est, Where thou O! Nanny, when thou'rt far awa, Severest hardships learn to bear? Through perils keen wi' me to gae? Or, when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae? wert fair of the fair. Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care? Nor, wishful, those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fak? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine; She said she loe'd me best o' 0 - ny; But, D. C. al Fine. 01 the fickle faith less quean, She's ta'en the carl, and left her O! she was a canty quean, And weel could dance the Hieland walloch! How happy I, had she been mine, Or I been Roy of Aldivalloch ! John - nie. Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear, Her wee bit mou' sae sweet and bonnie! To me she ever will be dear, Though she for aye has left her Johnnie. MY FRIEND IS THE MAN; OR, THE MODEL. Light as thistle down mov-ing, Which floats on the air, Sweet gratitude's debt to this cottage bear. Of au-tumn's rich store I bring home my part, The weight on my head, but gay joy in my heart. Light as this- tle down, moving, Which weight on my head, but gay joy in my heart, gay joy in my heart, gay joy in my heart. 'A wea- ry lot is thine, fair maid, A wea -ry lot is thine, To pull the thorn thy Lin-coln green-No more of me you know, my love! No more of me you know. "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.' He turn'd his charger as he spake, He gave his bridle reigns a shake, 'Adieu, for evermore, my love !' 'Adieu, for evermore.' |