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O, wad the Heavens be sae kind,
As lift her frae the warld, O,
Nae mortal's bliss could equal mine,
I'd be the happiest carl, O.
As lift her frae the warld, O,
Nae mortal's bliss could equal mine,
I'd be the happiest carl, O.
But I'll content myself with hope,
And expectations canty, O.
And when she's laid beneath the turf,
I'll kiss her bairn sae dainty, O.
And expectations canty, O.
And when she's laid beneath the turf,
I'll kiss her bairn sae dainty, O.
O then, I'll gang again to see,
My bonny blythesome lassie, O.
Nae mair the hag wi' scolding tongue,
Will ca' me poor and saucy, O:
My bonny blythesome lassie, O.
Nae mair the hag wi' scolding tongue,
Will ca' me poor and saucy, O:
Sweet blooms the Rose.
Tune.—The last time I came o'er the Moor.
Sweet blooms the rose on Largy's side,
And fair are Largy's lasses;
But there is one, and Largy's pride,
That all the rest surpasses.
When first I saw this charming maid,
Her words and smiles quit won me,
I sat and sigh'd, but little said,
Ye powers, she has undone me!
And fair are Largy's lasses;
But there is one, and Largy's pride,
That all the rest surpasses.
When first I saw this charming maid,
Her words and smiles quit won me,
I sat and sigh'd, but little said,
Ye powers, she has undone me!
