the lover's m salute to his mistress
tune—“deil tak the wars.”
sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?
rosy morn now lifts his eye,
numbering ilka bud whiature
waters wi' the tears o' joy.
now, to the streaming fountain,
or up the heathy mountain,
the hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
in twining hazel bowers,
its y the li pours,
the verock to the sky
asds, wi' sangs o' joy,
while the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
phoebus gilding the brow of m,
banishes ilk darksome shade,
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress(1/2)