Hector Macneill Poems

Again the tide of rapture swells;
Britannia sees new trophies rise;
Again the trump of vict'ry tells
That with the brave compassion lies!
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When many hearts were gay,
Careless of aught but play,
Poor Flora slipt away
Sadd'ning to Mora.
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Dear honest hearted, canty Charlie!
To whom I'd trust baith late and earlie;
Accept, in token o' regard,
Frae rhyming Mac, your friend and bard,
A gift to raise on Sunday's even
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My luve 's in Germanie, send him hame, send him hame;
My luve 's in Germanie, send him hame;
My luve 's in Germanie,
Fighting brave for royalty:
He may ne'er his Jeanie see
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How varied lies the chequer'd scene!
Dunmait capt with snow;
While humbler smiles, in vernal green,
The sun-clad vale below:
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'O Listen! listen and I'll tell ye
How this fair maid's play'd her part :
First she vow'd and promis'd to me,
Now she strives to break my heart!'
Eirin O! Mally Aiken,
Eirin O s'dhu me roon.
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'Lassie wi' the gowden hair,
Silken snood, and face sae fair;
Lassie wi' the yellow hair,
Think nae to deceive me!
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'Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee!
Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee;
Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee;
I 'll tak a stick into my hand, and come again and see thee.'
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O Johnie! can you pity ony!
Is your heart yet turn'd to stane?
Can ye calmly hear that Menie
Ne'er will see your face again?
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Oh! tell me, bonie young lassie!
Oh tell me how for to woo!
Oh tell me, bonie sweet lassie!
Oh tell me how for to woo!
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