Tune—“Bonnie Mary.”
[The heroine of this short, sweet song is unknown: it was inserted in the third edition of his Poems.]
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
To hope may be forgiv’n;
For sure ’twere impious to despair,
So much in sight of Heav’n.
CLXVII.
CASSILLIS’ BANKS.
Tune—[unknown.]
[It is supposed that “Highland Mary,” who lived sometime on Cassillis’s banks, is the heroine of these verses.]
I.
Now bank an’ brae are claith’d in green,
An’ scattered cowslips sweetly spring;
By Girvan’s fairy-haunted stream,
The birdies flit on wanton wing.
To Cassillis’ banks when e’ening fa’s,
There wi’ my Mary let me flee,
There catch her ilka glance of love,
The bonnie blink o’ Mary’s e’e!