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And while Rob Roy is free to rove,
In summer's heat, and winter's snow,
The eagle he is lord above,
And Rob is lord below.
THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY.
I hae wander'd mony a night in June,
Alang the banks o' Clyde,
Beneath a bright and bonny moon,
Wi' Mary at my side.
A simmer was she to mine e'e,
An' to my heart a joy;
An' weel she loo'd to roam wi' me,
Her Highland Minstrel boy.
Oh, her presence could on ev'ry star
New brilliancy confer;
And I thought flowers were sweeter far
When they were seen with her.
Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,
Her glance was full of joy;
And, oh, her heart was true to me,
Her Highland Minstrel boy.
I ha'e play'd to ladies, fair and gay,
In many a southron hall;
But there was one far-far-away,
A world above them all.
And now, tho' weary years have fled,
I think wi' mournfu' joy
Upon the time when Mary wed
Her Highland Minstrel boy.
CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voice keep tune, and our oars keep time
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's pas
