OH, WHERE, TELL ME WHERE?

    “Oh, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? 
    Oh, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone?”
    “He ’s gone, with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done,
    And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely home. 
    He ’s gone, with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done,
    And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely home.”

    “Oh, where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay? 
    Oh, where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?”
    “He dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid Spey,
    And many a blessing follow’d him, the day he went away. 
    He dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid Spey,
    And many a blessing follow’d him, the day he went away.”

    “Oh, what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? 
    Oh, what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?”
    “A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war,
    And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star;
    A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war,
    And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star.”

    “Suppose, ah, suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound,
    Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound!”
    “The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly;
    The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye;
    The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,
    And for his king and country dear with pleasure he would die!”

    “But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland’s bonny bounds;
    But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland’s bonny bounds. 
    His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
    While, wide through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds;
    His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
    While, wide through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds.”

OH, MY LOVE, LEAVE ME NOT![20]

AIR—­"Bealach na Gharraidh."

    Oh, my love, leave me not! 
    Oh, my love, leave me not! 
    Oh, my love, leave me not! 
      Lonely and weary.

    Could you but stay a while,
    And my fond fears beguile,
    I yet once more could smile,
      Lightsome and cheery.

    Night, with her darkest shroud,
    Tempests that roar aloud,
    Thunders that burst the cloud,
      Why should I fear ye?

    Till the sad hour we part,
    Fear cannot make me start;
    Grief cannot break my heart
      Whilst thou art near me.

    Should you forsake my sight,
    Day would to me be night;
    Sad, I would shun its light,
      Heartless and weary.