WILL HE NO COME BACK AGAIN?
ROYAL CHARLIE 's now awa,
Safely owre the friendly Main
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne'er come back again!
'Will you no come back again?
Will you no come back again?
Better lo'ed you'll never be!
And will you no come back again?'
Mony a traitor, 'mang the Isles,
Brak the band o' Nature's law!
Mony a traitor, wi' his wiles,
Sought to wear his life awa!
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be!
And will he no come back again?
The hills he trode were a' his ain;
And bed beneath the birken tree!
The bush that hid him on the plain,
There's none on earth can claim but he!
Will he no come back again? &c.
Whene'er I hear the blackbird sing
Unto the e'ening sinking down,
Or merl, that makes the woods to ring;
To me, they hae nae ither soun'
Than, 'Will he no come back again?' &c.
Mony a gallant Sodger fought!
Mony a gallant Chief did fa'!
Death itself were dearly bought,
A' for Scotland's King and Law!
Will he no come back again? &c.
Sweet the lav'rock's note, and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen,
And aye the o'erword o' the sang
Is 'Will he no come back again?'
Will he no come back again? &c.
AWAKE, ye drowsy Swains! awake!
Behold the beauteous Morning-break!
AURORA'S mantle grey appears;
And harmony salutes the ears!
The Lark has soared a wondrous height,
And, warbling, wings her airy flight.
The birds, soft-brooding o'er their nests,
Instruct their young from tuneful breasts.
A thousand beauties fill the plains!
Each twig affords melodious strains!
Through every eastern tree and bush,
The virgin Day appears to blush!
Already DAMON, with his crook,
Attends his flock at yonder brook:
The charming CHLOE 's by his side,
Of all the Nymphs the Shepherd's pride. .
While rural Swains enjoy the Morn,
And laugh at ev'ry Courtier's scorn!
Nor envy their voluptuous way;
But, while they sleep, enjoy the day!
FROM Lincoln to London rode forth our young Squire,
To bring down a Wife whom the swains might admire :
But, in spite of whatever the Mortal could say,
The Goddess objected the length of the way!
'To give up the Op'ra, the Park, and the Ball, For to view the stags' horns in an old country Hall! To have neither China, nor India, to see;
Nor a lace-man to plague in a morning :-not she!
'To forsake the dear Play-house, QUIN, GARRICK, and CLIVE;
Who, by dint of mere humour, had kept her alive!
To forgo the full Box for his lonesome abode;
O,heavens! she should faint, she should die, on the road!
'To forget the gay fashions and gestures of France;
And to leave dear AUGUSTE, in the midst of the dance!
And Harlequin too! 'Twas in vain to require it!
And she wondered, how folks had the face to desire it!...
'To be sure, she could breathe nowhere else than in Town!'
Thus she talked like a Wit; and he looked like a Clown. But the while honest HARRY despaired to succeed,
A coach with a coronet trailed her to Tweed!
WRITTEN ABOUT THE TIME OF HIS EXECUTION,
COME, listen to my mournful Tale,
Ye tender hearts and Lovers dear!
Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh;
Nor need you blush to shed a tear!
And thou, dear KITTY! peerless Maid!
Do thou, a pensive ear incline!
For thou canst weep at every woe;
And pity every plaint;-but mine!
Young DAWSON was a gallant boy,
A brighter never trod the plain!
And well he loved one charming Maid;
And dearly was he loved again!
One tender Maid, she loved him dear! Of gentle blood, the Damsel came; And faultless was her beauteous form, And spotless was her virgin fame!
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