III.
At the starless midnight hour,
When winter rules with boundless power:
As the storms the forests tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can—I weep and pray,
For his weal that’s far away.
IV.
Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And bid wild war his ravage end,
Man with brother man to meet,
And as a brother kindly greet:
Then may heaven with prosp’rous gales,
Fill my sailor’s welcome sails,
To my arms their charge convey—
My dear lad that’s far away.
On the seas and far away
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,
Are ay with him that’s far away.
CCXXV.
CA’ THE YOWES.
[Burns formed this song upon an old lyric, an amended version of which he had previously communicated to the Museum: he was fond of musing in the shadow of Lincluden towers, and on the banks of Cluden Water.]
I.
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them whare the heather growes,
Ca’ them whare the burnie rowes—
My bonnie dearie!
Hark the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Cluden’s woods amang!
Then a faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.