...thegither eat Iu the silent new* o* joy, till baith Wi* very gladuess grat ! Aye, aye, dear Jennie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet none Had ony power to apeak I That \vaa a time, a blessed time, \Vheu hearts were fresh and young,...

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil...harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegithcr sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison,...

...croon? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' uch plagues from righteous men ! Behind him stalks...unlike himself, Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar called abnne the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentuess o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat....

...croon? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' <>' I hear thy shrill delight — Keen knowo abune the burn For hours thegither sat In the äilentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness...

...feet, And in the gloamin' i' the wud The throstle whusslit sweet. The throstle whusslit i' the wud, The burn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart...knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentest o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat ! Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled...

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood, The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil...to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' Tery...

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil...knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat In the silcntncss o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled...

...croon? The simmer leaves hung owre our head», The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet. The throssil...harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegether sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith 253 Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trickled...

...gloamin' o' tho wood Tho throssil vhusslit sweet ; Tho throssil whusslit in the wood, Tho burn saug to tho d / abuno tho burn For hours thegither sat In tho silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' тегу gladness grat....

...croon ? The simmer leaves hung o'er our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet The throssil...gladness grat. Ay ! ay ! dear Jeanie Morrison ! Tears trickled down your cheek, Like dewbeads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak. That was a time,...