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The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) But still in absence let us try To think of all the pleasure past, [196] And stop the tear, and check the sigh; For though such pleasure cannot last, Yet Time may still renew the scene Where so gay as we have been. 1 OLD HARRY’S RETURN. THE wars are all o’er and my Harry’s at hame, What else can I want now I’ve got him again! Yet I kenna how ‘tis, for I laugh and I cry, And I sigh, and I sab, yet it maun be for joy; My Harry he smiles, and he wipes aff the tear, An’ I’m doubtfu’ again gin it can be he’s here, Till he takes wee bit Janet to sit on his knee, And ca’s her his dawty, for oh! she’s like me. Then the neighbours come in and they welcome him hame, And I fa’ a greeting, though much I think shame; Then I steal ben the house while they talk o’ the war, For I turn cauld as death when he shows them a scar. They tell o’ ane Elliot, an’ brave he maun be, But I ken a poor soldier as brave yet as he; 1 ‘This song has long been exceedingly popular in Cumberland, and is generally sung at the social parties in and about Carlisle. 2 Harry Macdowal.—Mrs Brown. This seems some incident which Miss Blaraire had met with while resident in Scotland, as appears from the name Macdowal. [197] . For when that the Spaniards were wreck’d on the tide— “They are soldiers, my lads, let us save them,” he cried. 1 The neighbours being gane, and the bairns on his knee, He fetch’d a lang sigh, and he look’d sair at me; Poor woman, quo’ he, ye’d hae muckle to do To get bread to yoursel, and thir wee bit things too!
The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) It is true, my dear Harry, I toil’d verra hard, Sent Elspa to service, and Jocky to herd; For I knew unca weel ‘twas an auld soldier’s pride Aye to take frae his King, but frae nae ane beside! Then guide ye my pension, quo’ Harry, my life, ’Mang a’ the King’s troops wha can match me a wife; When young she was handsome, they envy’d me sair, But now when she’s auld they may envy me mair! What’s a’ the wide world to the joys o’ the heart? What are riches and splendour to those that maun part? And might I this moment an emperor be, I’d thraw down the crown gin it kept me frae thee! 1 At Gibraltar the English soldiers risked their lives in saving the Spaniards when their floating batteries were on fire.—Mrs Brown. [198] THE NABOB. 1 AIR—Traveller’s Return. WHEN silent time, wi’ lightly foot, 2 Had trod on thirty years, I sought again my native land Wi’ mony hopes and fears: Wha kens gin the dear friend I left May still continue mine? Or gin I e’er again shall taste The joy I left langsyne? As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a’ the way; Ilk place I pass’d seem’d yet to speak O’ some dear former day; Those days that follow’d me afar, Those happy days o’ mine, Whilk made me think the present joys A’ naething to langsyne!
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