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Poetry.
Be with us in our Union !—let thy power Aid us , as erst , in many a clime and land—Let " Social Friendship " be our bond ; the dower And blessing of all those whose truthful hand Is here extended , in this solemn hour , With love and truth to each : a mystic band Pervading and uniting—we would be Worthy thy name , as thus we ' re bound by Thee ! *
Awa', Ye Flaunting Days O' Spring.
AWA ' , YE FLAUNTING DAYS O' SPRING .
BY ROBERT GILPILLAN . TUNE—I do confess thou art sae fair . AWA ' , ye flaunting clays o' spring , An' summer , wi' your hours o' bloom , To me nor hope nor joy ye bring , For a' is grief and a' is gloom !
For aye when these fair seasons come , With wild flowers green and flowerets gay , To where the Highland red-deer roam My bonnie lassie hies away ! My heart is by the mountain steep , My heart is in the Highland glen , Or down the valleywinding deep ,
, In sunless grandeur , darkening ben ! O ! there my fairest strays , I ken , In beauty bright and fancy free ; O ! for sic happy days , as when , 'Mang Lawland braes , she strayed wi' me !
Ye ' 11 ken her smile an' witching glance , AVTiere beauty reigns in sovereign sway ; Or , when she mingles in the dance , Or , raptured , lists the vocal lay , Or , when the sun , at close o' day , Saft sinks beneath the western sky , When forth the blooming maidens stray ,
Ye'U mark my bosom ' s dearest joy ! O . ' tent her weel , where ' er she gangs , By streamlet clear , or valley green , Awake your sweetest minstrel sangs , Ye'U sing to few sae fair I ween . By ilka star that blinks at e ' en , And yon bright sun , that shines by day , She'll live for aye my bosom queen , The bonnie lass that ' s far away !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Be with us in our Union !—let thy power Aid us , as erst , in many a clime and land—Let " Social Friendship " be our bond ; the dower And blessing of all those whose truthful hand Is here extended , in this solemn hour , With love and truth to each : a mystic band Pervading and uniting—we would be Worthy thy name , as thus we ' re bound by Thee ! *
Awa', Ye Flaunting Days O' Spring.
AWA ' , YE FLAUNTING DAYS O' SPRING .
BY ROBERT GILPILLAN . TUNE—I do confess thou art sae fair . AWA ' , ye flaunting clays o' spring , An' summer , wi' your hours o' bloom , To me nor hope nor joy ye bring , For a' is grief and a' is gloom !
For aye when these fair seasons come , With wild flowers green and flowerets gay , To where the Highland red-deer roam My bonnie lassie hies away ! My heart is by the mountain steep , My heart is in the Highland glen , Or down the valleywinding deep ,
, In sunless grandeur , darkening ben ! O ! there my fairest strays , I ken , In beauty bright and fancy free ; O ! for sic happy days , as when , 'Mang Lawland braes , she strayed wi' me !
Ye ' 11 ken her smile an' witching glance , AVTiere beauty reigns in sovereign sway ; Or , when she mingles in the dance , Or , raptured , lists the vocal lay , Or , when the sun , at close o' day , Saft sinks beneath the western sky , When forth the blooming maidens stray ,
Ye'U mark my bosom ' s dearest joy ! O . ' tent her weel , where ' er she gangs , By streamlet clear , or valley green , Awake your sweetest minstrel sangs , Ye'U sing to few sae fair I ween . By ilka star that blinks at e ' en , And yon bright sun , that shines by day , She'll live for aye my bosom queen , The bonnie lass that ' s far away !