Canst thou forget when every twilight tender, Canst thou forget the childlike heart-outpouring The lashes drooped to veil her eyes' adoring, Canst thou forget? COME AWA, COME AWA. Canst thou forget the last most mournful meeting, The trembling form clasped to thine anguished breast; Now fluttering faint, grief-wrung, and fear-oppress’d— Canst thou forget, though all Love's spells be broken, Canst thou forget, belov'd one-comes there never Brings she not back the fond hopes fled for ever, While one lost name thrills through thy sleeping breast ?— Canst thou forget? COME AWA, COME AWA. COME awa, come awa, An' o'er the march wi' me, lassie : Leave your Southron wooers a', My winsome bride to be, lassie. Nor gauds to busk ye fine, lassie, Come awa, come awa, An' see the kindly North, lassie, Grace Greenwood. And when we tread the heather bell Aboon Demayat lea, lassie, You'll view the land o' flood and fell The noble North Countrie, lassie ! COME AWA, COME AWA. Come awa, come awa, An' leave your Southland hame, lassie, Come awa, come awa, I ken your heart is mine, lassie, Your step-dame looks na kind, lassie- Come awa, come awa, Ye'll ne'er hae cause to rue, lassie ; There's birk and slae on ilka brae, And gleaming lochs and mountains grey- Come awa, come awa, &c. Thomas Pringle. |