II.
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone I live.
When that grim foe of life below,
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart.
LXX.
MY LOVE SHE’S BUT A LASSIE YET.
Tune—“Lady Bandinscoth’s Reel.”
[These verses had their origin in an olden strain, equally lively and less delicate: some of the old lines keep their place: the title is old. Both words and all are in the Musical Museum.]
I.
My love she’s but a lassie yet,
My love she’s but a lassie yet,
We’ll let her stand a year or twa,
Shell no be half so saucy yet.
I rue the day I sought her, O;
I rue the day I sought her, O;
Wha gets her needs na say he’s woo’d,
But he may say he’s bought her, O!
II.