Classic Poem

MUSIC BY L. BOCCHI .

RECITATIVE .

Blate Jonny faintly tald fair Jean his mind;
Jeany took pleasure to deny him lang;
He thought her scorn came frae a heart unkind,
Which gart him in despair tune up this sang.

AIR .

O bonny lassie, since 'tis sae,
That I 'm despis'd by thee,
I hate to live; but O! I 'm wae
And unko sweer to die.
Dear Jeany, think what dowy hours
I thole by your disdain;
Ah! shou'd a breast sae saft as yours
Contain a heart of stane?

RECITATIVE .

These tender notes did a' her pity move;
With melting heart she listen'd to the boy:
O'ercome, she smil'd, and promis'd him her love;
He in return thus sang his rising joy.

AIR .

Hence frae my breast, contentious care!
Ye 've tint the power to pine;
My Jeany 's good, my Jeany 's fair,
And a' her sweets are mine.
O! spread thine arms, and gi'e me fowth
Of dear enchanting bliss,
A thousand joys around thy mouth,
Gi'e heaven with ilka kiss.