And can thy bosom.
[Goldie.—Air, "Loudon's bonnie woods and braes."]
And can thy bosom bear the thought,
To part frae love and me, laddie?
Are all those plighted vows forgot,
Sae fondly pledged by thee, laddie?
Can'st thou forget the midnight hour,
When in yon love-inspiring bower,
You vow'd by every heavenly power,
You'd ne'er lo'e ane but me, laddie.
Wilt thou—wilt thou gang and leave me,
Win my heart, and then deceive me?
Oh! that heart will break, believe me,
Gin ye part wi' me laddie.
Aft ha'e ye roos'd my rosy cheek,
Aft prais'd my sparkling e'e, laddie,
Aft said nae bliss on earth ye'd seek,
But love and live wi'me, laddie.
But soon those cheeks will lose their red,
Those eyes in endless sleep be hid,
And 'neath the turf the heart be laid,
That beats for love, and thee, laddie.
Wilt thou—wilt thou gang and leave me,
Win my heart and then deceive me?
Oh! that heart will break, believe me,
Gin ye part frae me, laddie.
You'll meet a form mair sweet and fair,
Where rarer beauties shine, laddie,
But oh! the heart can never bear,
A love sae true as mine, laddie.
But when that heart is laid at rest,
That heart that lo'ed ye last and best,
Oh, then the pangs that rend thy breast,
Will sharper be than mine, laddie.
Broken vows will vex and grieve me,
Till a broken heart relieve me,
Yet its latest thought, believe me,
Will be love and thine, laddie.