THE LASS O’
ARRANTEENIE. Set
to Music by MR. ROSS of
Aberdeen. ___ FAR lone amang the
Highland hills, Midst Nature’s wildest grandeur, By
rocky dens, an’ woody glens, With weary steps I wander. The
longsome way, the darksome day, The mountain mist sae rainy, Are
nought to me when gaun to thee, Sweet lass o’
Arranteenie. Yon
mossy rose-bud down the howe, Just op’ning fresh an’ bonny, It
blinks beneath the hazel bough, An’s
scarcely seen by ony Sae
sweet amidst her native hills, Obscurely blooms my Jeany, Mair
fair an’ gay than rosy May, The flow’r o’
Arranteenie. Now
from the mountain’s lofty brow, I view the distant ocean, There
Av’rice guides the bounding prow-- Ambition courts promotion; Let
Fortune pour her golden store, Her laurel’d favours many, Give
me but this, my
soul’s first wish, The lass o’
Arranteenie. |