#Scots
Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of… Friend of my manhood! delight of m… Roamer with me over valley and wil… Searching for loveliness, groping… Stay with me, dwell with me, spiri…
Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning
In valleys where the white man’s f… Ne’er treads the early dew, By mighty streams, whose waters de… Ne’er bear his light canoe; In wild woods, where the settler’s…
Earth heard the loud, the solemn s… And started from her utmost bound, And Darkness, on his ebon car, Spread his black wings, and fled a… The dun clouds opened with affrigh…
We come! We come! To soften the strokes of fate. And lead the wanderer back in drea… To his woodland cot, and his nativ… And his long-expecting mate.
Come, soul-inspiring Mirth, I’ll twine a wreath for thee, With flowers of spring-time birth, Born amid Nature’s glee: Born when the cuckoo sung
Wail! Wail! For a sub hath set. Which no returning morrow Shall ever call From the darksome pall,
At sunset a maid was roaming Alone by the banks of Rhine, Whose stream to the dark sea foami… Was bright in the red sunshine: And she wept in bitter sorrow,
While the beams of the daylight ye… ’Sail onwards, my bark, to the isl… ‘Where Love blooms for ever in fo… ’And Passion forgets not the vows… ‘Where Friendship forsakes not, t…
A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…
When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league
Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,
Star! that sendest the bird To her dew-besprinkled nest, That sendest the hind to his cotta… And givest the weary rest! Star! O gentle star!
Peerless orb of life and light, Here beneath the cloudless blue, Lo! we quaff the liquor bright, And pray for rain and pleasant dew… Here beneath thy ruddy beam,
When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,
