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Article SONG, ← Page 2 of 2 Article WRITTEN ON MEETING WITH THE TWO MISSES FROM ENGLAND. Page 1 of 1
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Song,
The echoes high yon cliffs amang , Are silent now for somebody ; And ilka wee bit birdie ' s sang Seems mourning for my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , & c . Down by yon broomy knowes sae green ,
I meet nae mair my somebody ; Nor at the gleaming hour o' e ' en , I wander wi my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , & c . The wild flow ' rs blooming in the dell , They mind me o' my somebody ; For soon they'll take a sad farewell
. And leave me like my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , Oh ! hey for somebody . He ' s ower the sea that ' s dear to me , Oh . ' send me hame my somebody !
Written On Meeting With The Two Misses From England.
AVRITTEN ON MEETING AVITH THE TAVO MISSES FROM ENGLAND .
BY ROBERT GILFILLAN . Thy roses , England , must be fair , AVhen two such lovely ones we see ; Oh ! I would bid farewell to care , Might I beside such blossoms be ! The myrtle ' neath Italia ' s sky ,
Puts forth its leaves of shady green , — The palm-tree lifts its head on high , AVhere Ganges' golden waves are seen . But not in gems of Indian bowers , Nor those Italia ' s gales perfume , Can match with England's fairest flowers , The roses of the living bloom !
For them I mourn , for them I sigh , For them I breathe my fondest prayer ; Aught else of joy , brings naught of" joy , If they its pleasures may not share ! Oh ! had I wealth as I have will . Of these fair flowers one rose were mine ; But which to choose would vex me still
, They ' re both so lovely , so divine ! But oh ! in parting , we must part No more to meet in love ' s fond tie ; But still enthroned within my heart , My roses there shall never die !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Song,
The echoes high yon cliffs amang , Are silent now for somebody ; And ilka wee bit birdie ' s sang Seems mourning for my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , & c . Down by yon broomy knowes sae green ,
I meet nae mair my somebody ; Nor at the gleaming hour o' e ' en , I wander wi my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , & c . The wild flow ' rs blooming in the dell , They mind me o' my somebody ; For soon they'll take a sad farewell
. And leave me like my somebody ! Oh ! hon for somebody , Oh ! hey for somebody . He ' s ower the sea that ' s dear to me , Oh . ' send me hame my somebody !
Written On Meeting With The Two Misses From England.
AVRITTEN ON MEETING AVITH THE TAVO MISSES FROM ENGLAND .
BY ROBERT GILFILLAN . Thy roses , England , must be fair , AVhen two such lovely ones we see ; Oh ! I would bid farewell to care , Might I beside such blossoms be ! The myrtle ' neath Italia ' s sky ,
Puts forth its leaves of shady green , — The palm-tree lifts its head on high , AVhere Ganges' golden waves are seen . But not in gems of Indian bowers , Nor those Italia ' s gales perfume , Can match with England's fairest flowers , The roses of the living bloom !
For them I mourn , for them I sigh , For them I breathe my fondest prayer ; Aught else of joy , brings naught of" joy , If they its pleasures may not share ! Oh ! had I wealth as I have will . Of these fair flowers one rose were mine ; But which to choose would vex me still
, They ' re both so lovely , so divine ! But oh ! in parting , we must part No more to meet in love ' s fond tie ; But still enthroned within my heart , My roses there shall never die !