O wake thee.
[Sangster.—Music by R. A. Smith.]
O wake thee, O wake thee, my bonnie, bonnie bird,
And sing thy matin lay!
O wake thee, O wake thee, my bonnie, bonnie bird!
For the sun is up on his way.
The foliage soughs in the morning breeze,
An' the green leaves glitter in the sun,
The spray rows white o'er the bounding seas,
An' the village bell is begun.
Then wake thee, O wake thee, mine ain bonnie bird!
And sing thy matin lay,
For the tap boughs swing, my bonnie, bonnie bird,
In the sough o' the new sprung day.
The silvery clouds, like sheeted ghaists,
Take their flight o'er the pure blue sky;
And the laverocks are pillow'd on their downy breasts,
And are borne with their anthems on high.
Then wake thee, O wake thee, my bonnie, bonnie bird!
O wake while it is day!
For the night comes sweet, my bonnie, bonnie bird,
When the morning is hail'd wi' thy lay.