On that deep-retiring shoreFrequent pearls of beauty lie,Where the passion-waves of yoreFiercely beat and mounted high:Sorrows that are sorrows stillLose the bitter taste of woe;Nothing's altogether illIn the griefs of Long-ago.Tombs where lonely love repines,Ghastly tenements of tears,Wear the look of happy shrinesThrough the golden mist of yearsDeath, to those who trust in good,Vindicates his hardest blow;Oh! we would not, if we could,Wake the sleep of Long-ago!Though the doom of swift decayShocks the soul where life is strong,Though for frailer hearts the dayLingers sad and overlong--Still the weight will find a leaven,Still the spoiler's hand is slow,While the future has its heaven,And the past its Long-ago.
On that deep-retiring shoreFrequent pearls of beauty lie,Where the passion-waves of yoreFiercely beat and mounted high:Sorrows that are sorrows stillLose the bitter taste of woe;Nothing's altogether illIn the griefs of Long-ago.
Tombs where lonely love repines,Ghastly tenements of tears,Wear the look of happy shrinesThrough the golden mist of yearsDeath, to those who trust in good,Vindicates his hardest blow;Oh! we would not, if we could,Wake the sleep of Long-ago!
Though the doom of swift decayShocks the soul where life is strong,Though for frailer hearts the dayLingers sad and overlong--Still the weight will find a leaven,Still the spoiler's hand is slow,While the future has its heaven,And the past its Long-ago.
'Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,Across the sands of Dee.'The western wind was wild and dank with foam,And all alone went she.The western tide crept up along the sand,And o'er and o'er the sand,And round and round the sand,As far as eye could see.The rolling mist came down and hid the land:And never home came she.'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair--A tress of golden hair,A drowned maiden's hair,Above the nets at sea?'Was never salmon yet that shone so fairAmong the stakes of Dee.They rowed her in across the rolling foam,The cruel crawling foam,The cruel hungry foam,To her grave beside the sea.But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,Across the sands of Dee.
'Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,And call the cattle home,Across the sands of Dee.'The western wind was wild and dank with foam,And all alone went she.
The western tide crept up along the sand,And o'er and o'er the sand,And round and round the sand,As far as eye could see.The rolling mist came down and hid the land:And never home came she.
'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair--A tress of golden hair,A drowned maiden's hair,Above the nets at sea?'Was never salmon yet that shone so fairAmong the stakes of Dee.
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,The cruel crawling foam,The cruel hungry foam,To her grave beside the sea.But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,Across the sands of Dee.
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,Out into the west, as the sun went down,Each thought of the woman who loved him best,And the children stood watching them out of the town;For men must work, and women must weep,And there's little to earn, and many to keep,Though the harbour-bar be moaning.Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown;But men must work, and women must weep,Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,And the harbour-bar be moaning.Three corpses lie out on the shining sands,In the morning gleam, as the tide goes down,And the women are weeping and wringing their hands,For those who will never come home to the town.For men must work, and women must weep,And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep,And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,Out into the west, as the sun went down,Each thought of the woman who loved him best,And the children stood watching them out of the town;For men must work, and women must weep,And there's little to earn, and many to keep,Though the harbour-bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown;But men must work, and women must weep,Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,And the harbour-bar be moaning.
Three corpses lie out on the shining sands,In the morning gleam, as the tide goes down,And the women are weeping and wringing their hands,For those who will never come home to the town.For men must work, and women must weep,And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep,And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min'?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne.We twa hae run about the braes,And pou'd the gowans fine,But we've wander'd mony a weary fitSin' auld lang syne.We twa hae paidl'd i' the burnFrae morning sun till dine,But seas between us braid hae roar'dSin' auld lang syne.And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,And gie's a hand o' thine,And we'll tak a right guid willie-waughtFor auld lang syne.And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,And surely I'll be mine,And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne.For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min'?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,And pou'd the gowans fine,But we've wander'd mony a weary fitSin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burnFrae morning sun till dine,But seas between us braid hae roar'dSin' auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,And gie's a hand o' thine,And we'll tak a right guid willie-waughtFor auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,And surely I'll be mine,And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!
God save our gracious King,Long live our noble King,God save the King.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us,God save the King.O Lord our God, arise!Scatter his enemies,And make them fall!Confound their politics,Frustrate their knavish tricks;On Thee our hopes we fix--God save us all.Thy choicest gifts in storeOn him be pleased to pour,Long may he reign!May he defend our laws,And ever give us causeTo sing, with heart and voice,God save the King!
God save our gracious King,Long live our noble King,God save the King.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us,God save the King.
O Lord our God, arise!Scatter his enemies,And make them fall!Confound their politics,Frustrate their knavish tricks;On Thee our hopes we fix--God save us all.
Thy choicest gifts in storeOn him be pleased to pour,Long may he reign!May he defend our laws,And ever give us causeTo sing, with heart and voice,God save the King!
Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, (late) Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press.
Transcriber's notes:P.xv. 'Da rymple' is 'Dalrymple' in table of contents, changed.P.viii. 'For auld lang syne, my dear,' is on p.351, changed.P.x. 'My true love hath my heart,' is missing from table of contents, added.P.xii. 'Sweet and low, sweet and low,' is on page 334, changed.P.xiii. 'Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,' is missing in table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Burns, Robert' on p.351 is missing from table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Carey, Henry' on p.352 is missing from table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Dyer, Sir Edward' is missing in table of contents, added.P.126. We praise the 'houshold' maid, changed to 'household'.P.138. husband-lover changed to husband-luver.P.295. With 'fragmeats' changed to 'fragments'.
P.xv. 'Da rymple' is 'Dalrymple' in table of contents, changed.P.viii. 'For auld lang syne, my dear,' is on p.351, changed.P.x. 'My true love hath my heart,' is missing from table of contents, added.P.xii. 'Sweet and low, sweet and low,' is on page 334, changed.P.xiii. 'Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,' is missing in table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Burns, Robert' on p.351 is missing from table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Carey, Henry' on p.352 is missing from table of contents, added.P.xv. 'Dyer, Sir Edward' is missing in table of contents, added.P.126. We praise the 'houshold' maid, changed to 'household'.P.138. husband-lover changed to husband-luver.P.295. With 'fragmeats' changed to 'fragments'.