YE ECHOES THAT RING. Set
to Music by MR. SMITH. ___ YE echoes that ring round the woods o’
Bowgreen, Say did ye e’er listen
sae meltin’ a strain, When
lovely young Jessie gaed wand’ring unseen, And sung o’ her
laddie, the pride o’ the plain. Ay
she sung Willie, my bonny young Willie! There’s
no a sweet flow’r on the mountain or valley, Mild,
blue spritl'd crowflow'r, nor wild woodland lilly, By tynes a’ its sweets in my bonny
young swain, Thou
goddess o’ love, keep him constant to me, Else
with’ring in sorrow poor Jessie shall die Her
Laddie had stray’d through the dark leafy wood, His thoughts war’ a’ fixt on his
dear Lassie’s charms, He
heard her sweet voice,
all transported he stood, ’Twas the soul of his wishes—he flew
to her arms. “No, my dear Jessie! my lovely
young Jessie! Thro’
simmer, thro’ winter I’ll daut an’ caress thee, Thou’rt
dearer than life! thou’rt
my ae only lassie! Then, banish thy bosom these
needless alarms, Yon
red setting sun sooner changeful shall be, Ere
wav’ring in falsehood I wander frae thee. |