Oh, my heart am very lonely
All the night and day,
For every thing seems sad and drear,
When Linda’s gone away.
I think of all the olden times
We’ve had when she was here,
I did not know ’till she was gone,
That she was half so dear.
The flowers are blooming all around
And all but me are gay,
For all the time I think or dream
Of Linda far away.
_Chorus._--Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c.
Though many years have pass’d and gone
Since we were in our prime,
I loved her more as on we roam’d
Adown the Vale of Time!
How very much she thinks of me,
I should not dare to say;
But oh, it always breaks my heart
When Linda’s gone away.
_Chorus._--Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c.
16
I’ve been Roaming o’er the Prairies.
I’ve been roaming, roaming o’er the prairies wild
Plucking dewy blossoms, happy as a child;
Casting care and sadness very far away,
For the earth rejoices on this pleasant day.
I’ve been roaming, roaming where the lilies sleep,
On the tiny lakelet sparkling cool and deep,
Where the brooklet singeth o’er the pebbles white,
Making gladsome music glancing in the light;
Where the brooklet singeth o’er the pebbles white,
Making gladsome music glancing in the light.
I’ve been roaming, roaming through the wild wood deep
Searching for the flowrets when the prairies sleep;
In the tiny blossoms swaying to and fro,
Whispering to each other very soft and low.
I’ve been roaming, roaming o’er the dewy grass,
Gemm’d with fairy blossoms waving as I pass,
For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy lea,
Whispering many a story to the flowers and me;
For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy lea,
Whispering many a story to the flowers and me.
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Bonnie Jamie.
The twilight hour is stealing,
The day is dying fast,
Neath the birken tree I’m kneeling,
Where Jamie met me last.
Where Jamie met me last;
While tears fell from mine e’e,
But my bonnie, bonnie Jamie
Has cross’d the stormy sea.
The war’s alarms were sounding,
For soldiers brave and true,
My deary’s heart was bounding,
He join’d the army too.
He join’d the army too,
To fight for liberty,
Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie
Has gone to war to dee.
Sin e’er I was a bairnee,
My Jamie I ha’ known,
The fire of his bright e’e,
His voice sae saft and low.
His voice sae saft and low,
So snood and braw look’d he,
Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie,
Will I nae mair see thee?
I gave unto my dearie
A lock of my gowden hair,
His sword I buckled cheerie,
And kiss’d his brow sae fair.
And kiss’d his brow sae fair,
Which he gave back to me,
Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie,
Is a’ the world to me.
Brave Mars, thou God of Battle,
My heart now speaks to thee,
When cannons loudly rattle,
On my dearie keep thine e’e.
On my dearie keep thine e’e,
My prayers I’ll gie to thee,
For my bonnie, bonnie Jamie,
He’s a’ the world to me.
18
I’ll Hang my Harp on a Willow-Tree.
I’ll hang my harp on a willow-tree,
I’ll off to the wars again,
My peaceful home has no charms for me,
The battle-field no pain;
The lady I love will soon be a bride
With a diadem on her brow;
Oh, why did she flatter my boyish pride,
She’s going to leave me now.
Oh, why, &c.
She took me away from my warlike lord,
And gave me a silken suit,
I thought no more of my master’s sword,
When I play’d on my master’s lute.
She seem’d to think me a boy above
Her pages of low degree;
Oh, had I but loved with a boyish love,
It would have been better for me;
Oh, had I, &c.
Then I’ll hide in my breast every selfish care;
I’ll flush my pale cheeks with wine;
When smiles awake the bridal pair
I’ll hasten to give them mine;
I’ll laugh and I’ll sing, though my heart may bleed,
And I’ll walk in the festal train,
And if I survive it I’ll mount my steed,
And I’ll off to the wars again.
And if I survive, &c.
But one golden tress of her hair I’ll twine
In my helmet’s sable plume,
And then on the field of Palestine,
I’ll seek an early doom.
And if by the Saracen’s hand I fall,
’Mid the noble and the brave,
A tear from my lady love is all
I ask for the warrior’s grave.
A tear from, &c,
19
Johnny is Gone for a Soldier.
I’ll trace these gardens o’er and o’er,
Meditate on each sweet flower,
Thinking of each happy hour,--
Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier.