BLOOMING JESSIE.

On this unfrequented plain,

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What can gar thee sigh alane,

Bonnie blue-eyed lassie?

Is thy mammie dead and gane?
Or thy loving Jamie slain?

Wed anither, make nae main,
Bonnie blooming Jessie.

Though I sob and sigh alane,
I was never wed to ane,

Quo' the blue-eyed lassie :
But if loving Jamie's slain,
Farewell pleasure, welcome pain;
A' the joy wi' him is gane,
O poor hapless Jessie!

Ere he cross'd the raging sea

Was he ever true to thee,

Bonnie blooming lassie?

Was he ever frank and free?

Swore he constant ay to be?

Did he on the roscid lee

Ca' thee blooming Jessie?

Ere he cross'd the raging sea,
Aft he on the dewy lee

Ca'd me blue-eyed lassie :
Well I mind his words to me,
Were, if he abroad should die,
His last throb and sigh should be,
Bonnie blooming Jessie !

Far frae hame, and far frae thee, I saw loving Jamie die,

Bonnie blue-eyed lassie :

Fast a cannon ball did flee,
Laid him stretch'd upo' the lee,
Soon in death he closed his e'e,

Crying, "Blooming Jessie !"

Swelling, with a smother'd sigh, Rose the snowy bosom high

Of the blue-eyed lassie : Fleeter than the streamers fly,

When they flit athwart the sky, Went and came the rosy dye, On the cheek of Jessie.

Longer wi' sic grief oppress'd,
Jamie could na sae distress'd

See the blue-eyed lassie :
Fast he clasp'd her to his breast,
Told her a' his dangers past,

Vow'd that he wad wed at last

Bonnie blooming Jessie.

K

AYRSHIRE LASSES.

MUSIC, BY THE EARL OF EGLINTOUN.

THE bugle sounds the parting call,
To arms the order passes O;

And I must bid farewell to all

The bonny Ayrshire lasses O.

CHORUS.

Aye sae frank, and aye sae free,
Aye sae blithe and cheerly O;

Cauld is he, wha e'er he be,

That wad na lo'e them dearly O.

Remembrance deep upon my mind

Despondency impresses O,

When I attempt to leave behind

The bonny Ayrshire lasses O.

Aye sae frank, &c.

Although before me now I see

The whole of wars distresses O, They seem not half so drear to me As leaving Ayrshire lasses O.

Aye sae frank, &c.

They may forget when I am gone,
My vows and kind caresses O';
But I till death will mind anon,
The bonny Ayrshire lasses O.
Aye sae frank, and aye sae free,
Aye sae blithe and cheerly O;
Cauld is he, wha e'er he be,

That wad na lo'e them dearly O.