Six popular songs (1840-1850)/The Braes of Busbie

THE BRAES OF BUSBIE.

What anguish wrung ray throbbing heart,
When fate decreed I should depart,
Far from the lovely banks of Cart,
⁠And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.
In vain I strove to check the sigh,
Or tear that glitter’d in my eye,
While thinking that the hour drew nigh
⁠Which drove me far from Busbie, 0.

’Twas not to leave the verdant bowers,
Nor glen bespread with summer flowers,
’Twas not to leave that stream which pours
⁠Its murmuring tide thro’ Busbie, O.
But parting with Eliza dear.
Of blooming cheek, and eye so clear—
’Twas that which brought the frequent tear,
⁠When I took leave of Busbie, O.

Tho’ far from her embraces torn,
Yet oft on fancy homeward borne,
With her I sat beneath yon thorn
⁠Amang the braes of Busbie, O.
And cheering hope, with radiant smile,
Would still the fleeting hours beguile,
When far from my dear native isle,
⁠And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.

But now return’d, again I rove
With her by lonely grot or grove,
And fan the mutual flame of love
⁠Among the braes of Busbie, O.
Let heroes chase the phantom fame,
Peru’s rich ore let miser’s claim,
My only wish, my dearest aim.
⁠Is that sweet nymph of Busbie, O.

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