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Freeze, freeze, tliou bitter skv, 

 Thou dost not bite so nigh 



As benefits forgot : 

 Though thou the waters warp, 

 Thy sting is not so sharp 



As friends remember'd not. 



Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green hollj : 

 Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : 



Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! 



This life is most jolly. 



" As You Like It,'' Act ii, Scene vii. 



3. Now is the Month of flaying. 



Now is the month of maying. 

 When merry lads are playing ; 



Fa-la-la ! 

 Each with his bonny lass 

 A-dancing on the grass, 



Fa-la-la ! 



The spring clad all in gladness 

 Doth laugh' at winter's sadness ; 

 And to the bag-pipes' sound 

 The nymphs tread out the ground. 



Fie ! then, why sit we musing, 

 Youth's sweet delight refusing ; 

 Say, dainty nymphs, and speak — 

 Shall we play barley-breek ? 



4. The Flowers o' the Forest. 



Fve seen the smiling of fortune beguiling, 

 I've tasted her pleasures and felt her decay ; 



Sweet was her blessing, kind her caressing. 

 But now they are fled, they are fled far away. 



I've seen the morning with gold the hills adorning 

 And loud tempests storming before parting day, 



I've seen Tweed's silver streams glitt'riug in the sunny beams 

 Grow drumlie an' dark as they rolled on their way. 



fickle fortune ! why this cruel sporting ? 



why thus perplex us poor sons of a day ? 

 Thy frown canna fear me, thy smile canna cheer me, 



Sin' the flowers o' the forest are a' wede away. 



Mrs. Goclcdurn, 

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