Robert Tannahill (Роберт Таннахилл)

Song (When I the dreary mountains pass'd)

When I the dreary mountains pass'd,
     ⁠My ain kind dearie, O,
I thought on thee, my bonnie lass,
⁠     Although I was na near thee, O.
My heart within me was right sad,
⁠     When others they were cheerie, O,
They little kent I thought on thee.
⁠     My ain kind dearie, O!

But now an I ha'e won till Ayr,
⁠     Although I'm gae an' wearie, O,
I'll tak' a glass into my han',
⁠     And drink to you, my dearie, O.
Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass,
     ⁠And see you dinna wearie, O;
In twice three ooks, gin I be spared,
⁠     I'se come again, and see thee, O.

⁠And row thee up, and row thee down.
⁠     And row thee till I wearie, O,
⁠And row thee o'er the lea rig,
⁠     My ain kind dearie, O! 

1. Jessie the Flower o' Dumblane
2. Through Crockston Castle’s Lanely Wa’s
3. Our Bonny Scots Lads
4. The Lass o’ Arranteenie
5. The Braes o’ Balquhither

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