Assume, revered Melpomene, the proud estate I've won, And, with thine own dear hand the meed sup plying, Bind thou about the forehead of thy celebrated son The Delphic laurel-wreath of fame undying! AILSIE, MY BAIRN. LIE in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn, Lie in my arms and dinna greit; - Long time been past syn I kenned you last, Ailsie, I colde not say you ill, For out of the mist of your bitter tears, And the prayers that rise from your bonnie eyes Cometh a promise of oder yeres. I mind the time when we lost our bairn, Do you ken that time? A wambling tot, You wandered away ane simmer day, And we hunted and called, and found you not. I promised God, if He'd send you back, Alwaies to keepe and to love you, childe; And I'm thinking again of that promise when I see you creep out of the storm sae wild. You came back then as you come back now, - Oh, never a word of the cruel wrang, That has faded your cheek and dimmed your ee; And never a word of the fause, fause lord, — Only a smile and a kiss for me. Lie in my arms, as long, long syne, And sleepe on my bosom, deere wounded thing, I'm nae sae glee as I use to be, Or I'd sing you the songs I use to sing. But Ile kemb my fingers thro' yr haire, Of the love and the faith that came to us baith When Ailsie, my bairn, came home to die. CORNISH LULLABY. UT on the mountain over the town, Ουτ All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go down, As they trudge in the light of the misty moon, "Gold, gold! ever more gold, Bright red gold for dearie!" Deep in the hill the yeoman delves All night long, all night long; Merrily ever the cavern rings "Gold, gold! ever more gold, Bright red gold for dearie!” Mother is rocking thy lowly bed And to hold thy hand and to sing her song ; |