My soul is ever with thee,
My thoughts are ever with thee,
As the flower to the sun, as the lamb to the lea,
So turns my fond spirit to thee.
'Mid the cares of the lingering day,
When troubles around me be,
Fond Fancy for aye will be flitting away—
Away, my beloved, to thee.
When the night-pall darkly spread
O'er shadows, tower, and tree,
Then the visions of my restless bed
Are all, my beloved, of thee.
When I greet the morning beams,
When the midnight star I see,
Alone—in crowded halls—my dreams—
My dreams are for ever of thee.
As spring to the leafless spray,
As calm to the surging sea,
To the weary, rest—to the watcher, day—
So art thou, loved Mary, to me.
AULD JOHNNY GRAHAM.
Dear Aunty, what think ye o' auld Johnny Graham?
The carle sae pawkie an' slee!
He wants a bit wifie to tend his bein hame,
An' the body has ettled at me.
Wi' bonnet sae vaunty, an owerlay sae clean,
An' ribbon that waved 'boon his bree,
He cam' doun the cleugh at the gloamin' yestreen,
An' rappit, an' soon speert for me.
I bade him come ben whare my minny sae thrang
Was birlin' her wheel eidentlie,
An', foul fa' the carle, he was na' that lang,
Ere he tauld out his errand to me.