AULD ROBIN GRAY. Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, For when the morn came, dim and sad, Her quiet eyelids closed-she had Another morn than ours. THOMAS HOOD. AULD ROBIN GRAY. WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; Before he had been gane a twelvemonth and a day, My mother she fell sick my Jamie was at sea; he cam a-courting me! 109 110 AULD ROBIN GRAY. My father cou'dna work-my mother cou'dna spin; My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back; My father argued sair — my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. I hadna been his wife, a week but only four, O sair, sair did we greet, and mickle say of a'; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin. LADY ANNE LINDSAY. OLD TIMES. I. OLD times, old times, the gay old times, My Sunday palm beside me placed, A heart at rest within my breast, And sunshine on the land! Old times! Old times! II. It is not that my fortunes flee, A wiser head I have, I know, Than when I loitered there; But in my wisdom there is woe, And in my knowledge care. Old times! Old times! III. I've lived to know my share of joy, To feel my share of pain, 112 OLD TIMES. To learn that friendship's self can cloy, To love and love in vain ; To feel a pang and wear a smile, To like my own unhappy isle, And sing the gay old times! Old times! Old times! IV. And sure the land is nothing changed: The birds are singing still; The flowers are springing where we ranged; The sally, waving o'er my head, But ah! those happy days are fled, And I am not the same. Old times! Old times! V. O come again, ye merry times, If I could waste my heart in sighs, They'd never come again! Old times! Old times! GERALD GRIFFIN. |