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The night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky :
But when she charms my sight
In pride of beauty's light,
When thro1 my very heart
Her beaming glories dart— Tis then—'tis then, I wake to life and joy. |
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No. 90. Sweet fas the eve on Craigieburn.
Tune: Craigie-burn Wood Scots Musical Museum, 1792, No. 301. |
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Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow, But a' the pride o' Spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow. I see the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds singing ; But what a weary wight can please,
And Care his bosom wringing? |
Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
Yet dare na for your anger; But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it langer. If thou refuse to pity me,
If thou shalt love another, When yon green leaves fade frae the tree,
Around my grave they'll wither. |
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