address to the woodrk
tune—“loch erroch side.”
o stay, sweet warbling woodrk, stay,
nor quit for me the trembling spray,
a hapless lover courts thy y,
thy soothing, fond pining.
again, again that tender part,
that i may catch thy melting art;
for surely that wad touch her heart
wha kills me wi' disdaining.
say, was thy little mate unkind,
and heard thee as the careless wind?
oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd,
siotes o' woe could wauken!
thou tells o' never-ending care;
o'speechless grief, and dark despair:
for pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
or my poor heart is broken.