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Tune-"Deil tak the wars."
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? / Rosy morn now lifts his eye, / Numbering ilka bud which Nature / 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 lay the linnet pours, / The laverock to the sky / Ascends, wi' sangs o' joy, / While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
Phoebus gilding the brow of morning, / Banishes ilk darksome shade, / Nature, gladdening and adorning; / Such to me my lovely maid. / When frae my Chloris parted, / Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted, / The night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky: / But when she charms my sight, / In pride of Beauty's light- / When thro' my very heart / Her burning glories dart; / 'Tis then-'tis then I wake to life and joy!