Stephenson: The Ettrick Shepherd 



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O'er fell and fountain sheen, 



O'er moor and mountain green, 

 O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, 



Over the cloudlet dim, 



Over the rainbow's rim, 

 Musical cherub, soar, singinj>-, away! 



Then, when the gloaming' comes, 



Low in the heather blooms 

 Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! 



Emblem of happiness, 



Blest is thy dwelling place — 

 Oh, to abide in the desert with thee! 



Without any desire to present an anthology of Hogg's songs, 

 a few scattered stanzas are printed in succession to illustrate 

 their diversity, and the music of his rhythm. 



THE MOON WAS A-WANING 



The moon was a-waning. 



The tempest was over. 

 Fair was the maiden, 



And fond was the lover; 

 But the snow was so deep 



That his heart it grew weary. 

 And he sunk down to sleep 



In the moorland so dreary. 



BY A BUSH 



By a bush on yonder brae, 



Where the airy Benger rises, 

 Sandy tun'd his artless lay; 

 Thus he sung the lea-lang day, 

 "Thou shalt ever be my theme. 



Yarrow, winding down the hollow. 

 With thy bonny sister stream. 



Sweeping through the broom so yellow. 



On these banks thy waters lave, 



Oft the warrior found a grave. 



0, JEANIE, THERE'S NAETHING TO FEAR 



Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again. 

 Meet me again i' the gloaming, my dearie ; 

 , Low down in the dell let us meet again — 



Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye! 

 Come, when the wee bat flits silent and eiry, 

 Come, when the pale face o' Nature looks w^eary; 

 Love be thy sure defense. 

 Beauty and innocence — 

 Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye! 



