I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee; For, though my heart is broken, I 'm but young, wae 's me! 32 I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin; 36 1771. Lady Anne Lindsay. BLACK-EYED SUSAN ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. 12 So the sweet lark, high poised in air, "O Susan, Susan; lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in Sue. my soul some charm of lovely "Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; 30 36 Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye... The boatswain gave the dreadful word, 42 They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head.) Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land'; 'Adieu!" she cried; and waved her lily hand. 48 1720. John Gay. THE SAILOR'S WIFE AND are ye sure the news is true? Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay, For there 's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's little pleasure in the house And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's-satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife My Turkey slippers maun gae on, For he's baith leal and true. Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside, Gie little Kate her button gown, Their hose as white as snaw; There's twa fat hens upo' the coop And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka' thing look braw, For wha can tell how Colin fared 20 28 Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in 't As he And will I see his face again? comes up the stair, And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, 36 If Colin's weel, and weel content, For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house OH! young Lochinvar is come out of the west Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochin var. |