I feel I'm growing auld, gude-wife

I feel I'm growing auld;

Life seems to me a wintry waste,

The very sun feels cauld.

Of worldly friens ye've been to me, Amang them a' the best;

Now, I'll lay down my weary head, Gude-wife, and be at rest.

By the Warm Purple Stream that Plays in the Heart.

Y the warm purple stream that plays in the heart,

By the warm purple stream for throng set apart;

Tho' far I may wander in some foreign clime,
It ne'er can be frozen by distance or time.

Tho' dim be my een, an' my pow unco bauld,
In findin' new friens I forget na the auld;
I think o' them kindly, an' wish them a' weel,
I've tried them and fand them lang trusty an' leal.

The true friens are proved in the hour o' distress,
And not in the sunshine o' golden success;
The noble may give an' the beggar may crave,
But time-serving louns are despised by the brave.

The tears aften start when I think o' langsyne,
An' friens that still live in this auld heart o' mine;
Till I bow to the call frae which nae man can flee,
My thochts will aft turn, my ain Scotland, to thee.

Oh! My Fair, My Darling Maggie.

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H! my fair, my darling Maggie,
Angel, whom I love so dearly;
Language fails to speak the feeling
Of my heart, that beats sincerely.

Chorus-Let us live to love each other,

Bound by ties that none can sever;
Now, my fair, my darling Maggie,
Say, thou wilt be mine forever.

Love from life's warm fountain gushes;
Kisses tell what ne'er was spoken;
Words are but poor empty pledges,
Warmly made and coldly broken.

Chorus-Let us live to love each other, &c.

Gliding down life's rapid river,

We can hear the wild birds singing; They may teach us to be happyFondly to their spring mates clinging.

Chorus-Let us live to love each other, &c.

Lines to a Distant Daughter.

Y little, hopeful, darling child, the solace of my heart,

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No tongue can speak, no language tell, how dear to me thou art;

To distant scenes and by-gone times my warm affections cling, Yet thoughts on this, thy natal day, sad recollections bring.

Since then I've wandered far and wide, and still am far from thee,
Yet, Flora, homeward oft my thoughts on wings of fancy flee;
O how my heart would thrill with joy to see thy smiling face,
And with paternal rapture clasp thee in my fond embrace.

It seems but yesterday since thou, in gushing, childish glee,
Wouldst make me oft forget the world, and all things else but thee;
So, till we meet again, my child, thy father's blessing take,
And all the counsels that I give, remember for my sake.

Be modest, cheerful, and sincere, yet free from empty pride; Grow up to womanhood, my child, with Virtue for thy guide; Adorn thy young expanding mind with priceless gems of lore— Reflection will find mental wealth in Nature's ample store.

At learning's unpolluted springs, deep draughts of knowledge

drink;

When Right and Conscience are with thee, from Duty never

shrink;

Trust then in God! be kind to all, and often think of me—

Affection's chain will ever bind thy father's heart to thee.