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They say that in battle my love met his death, But ab! 'twas the hawthorn that robb'd his sweet breath.
Come here, gentle Robin, live safe from the storm; In my bosom now sing, there my true love lies
Ah! Robin, be constant, my true love was brave, Sweet Robin shall sit, and sing over his grave.
While pensive I thought on my love,
Broke sweetly the silence of night.
His ringlets all clotted with gore,
TIME IS ON THE WING.
Strew, strew, with roses
Life's rough path, and let's be gay;
To trifle time away.
But youth, a fleeting April morn,
Trip, trip to measure,
Dulcet as the voice of love; Warble sons of pleasure Adown the flowery grove. But love's sweet voice will oft betray; And pleasure cloyed will sing; Every flower will fade away, And time is on the wing.
THE WINDS WHISTLE COLD.
The winds whistle cold
And the cattle in the shed.
And was fringing the forest hough,
The bonny brown bowl,
Gaffer Winter may seize
Upon milk in the pail!
The bold brandy and ale!
For our fathers so bold
And so will we do now!
DROWN IT IN THE BOWL.
The glasses sparkle on the board,
The reign of pleasure is restored,
The day is gone, the night's our own,
This world they say, 's a world of woe,
Can sorrow from the goblet flow?-
The wise are fools, with all their rules,
If life's a pain, I say again,
The time flies fast, the poet sings;
In rosy wine to dip his wings,
And seize him as he flies.
This night is ours; then strew with flowers The moments as they roll;
If any care or pain remain,
IS THERE A HEART.
Is there a heart that never loved?
Where nought but savage monsters roar,
A spell in every sacred sigh,
O THOU ART ALL TO ME, LOVE.
As I delight in thee, love;
All my heart holds dearly;
The bee exults not in the sweets
DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
The thirst that from my soul doth rise,
But might I of Job's nectar sip,
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It would not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
Since then, it grows and smells, I swear,