Song
MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish’d air,
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MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish’d air,
PIPING down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee,
MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O, my soul is white!
HEAR the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees;
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night,
SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night;
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish’d, the trysted hour!
OF a’ the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west,
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min’?
GO fetch to me a pint ’o wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie,
JOHN Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent,
YE flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair!
AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
O SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o’er the Border?
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June:
EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass!
SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
I WANDER’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:
THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—O! with whom