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# O tell me the way for to woo/Oh Tell Me How for to Woo

O TELL ME HOW FOR TO WOO.
Tune—Bonnie Dundee.
Oh! tell me, oh tell me bonnie young lassie! O tell me young lassie how for to woo! Oh tell me, oh tell me bonnie young lassie, O tell me sweet lassie how for to woo. Say, maun I roose your cheeks like the morning, Lips like the roses fresh moisten’d wi’ dew? Say, maun I roose your een’s pawkie scorning?— Oh ! tell me, oh tell me how for to woo!
Far hae I wander'd to see thee dear lassie! Far hae I ventur'd across the saut sea! Far hae I ventur'd o’er moorland and mountain, Houseless, and wearie, sleep’d cauld on the lea Ne’er have I tried yet to mak luve to onie; For ne’er loo’d I onie till ance l saw you; Now we’re alane in the green wood sae bonnie!— Oh! tell me, oh tell me how for to woo!
What care I for your wandering, young laddie! What care I for your crossing the sea! It was na for naething you left poor young Peggy —It was for my tocher ye cam to court me. Say, hae ye gowd to busk me ay gawdie? Ribbans, and perlins and breast-knots anew A house that is cantie, wi‘ walth in’t, my laddie? Without this ye never need try for to woo.
​I hae na gowd to busk ye ay gawdie! I canna buy ribbans and perlins anew! I've naething to brag o' house, or o’ plenty! I’ve little to gie but a heart that is true— I cam na for tocher—I ne’er heard o‘ onie; I never loo’d Peggy, nor e’er brak my vow; I’ve wander’d, poor fool! for a face fause as bonnie —I little thought this was the way for to woo!
Hae na ye roos‘d my cheeks like the morning, Hae na ye roos'd my cherry-red mou? Hae na ye come o'er sea, moor, and mountain, What mair, my dear Johnnie, need ye to woo? Far hae ye wander'd, I ken, my dear laddie! Now that ye've found me, there’s nae cause to rue; Wi’ wealth we’ll hae plenty. I’ll ne’er gang gaudy, I ne’er wish'd fo mair than a heart that is true.
She hid her fair face in her true lover’s bosom, The saft tear o' transport fill’d ilk lover’s ee; The burnie ran sweet by their side as they sabbit, And sweet sang the mavis aboon on the tree. He clasp'd her, he press’d her, and ca'd her his hinny, And aften he tasted her hiney sweet mou; And ay 'tween ilk smack she sigh’d to her Johnnie —Oh ! laddie ! oh laddie ! weel can ye woo!
# O tell me the way for to woo/The Flowers of the Forest

THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST.
I’ve seen the smiling of fortune beguiling; I’ve tasted her favoure, and felt her decay; ​Sweet is her blessing, and kind her caressing, But soon it is fled—it is fled far awae. I've seen the forest adorn'd the foremost, With flowers of the fairest, both pleasant and gay; Full sweet was their blooming, their scent the air perfuming, But now they are wither'd and a’ wede awae.
I’ve seen the morning with gold the hills adorning And the red storm roaring before the parting day: I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams, glittering in the sunnie beams, Turn drumlie and dark as they roll’d on their way. O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting? Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day? Thy frowns cannot fear me, thy smiles cannot cheer me. Since the flowers of the forest are a’ wede awae.
# O tell me the way for to woo/A Lassie Fair

A LASSIE FAIR.
Tune—For a’ that and a’ that.
A lassie fair (the deil-ma-care) Ance slighted me and a’ that; But tho‘ I'm poor, you’re very sure I dinna like to claw that; For a‘ that and a' that, I’m hearty still for a‘ that; I gat the slight, I took it light, And that's the way to thraw that.
​Gif they should nick you wi’ this trick, Ne’er break your heart and a' that; Just glowr about, you'll find ane out, Will ease your pain and a’ that. And a' that, and a‘ that, Your sighs and sabs, and a‘ that; Sae never pine about a quean, There’s plenty yet for a’ that!
He is a fool wha maks’t a rule Ne’er for to wed and ⟨a'⟩ that, Whan ance a lass to him proves fause, But taks to bed and a’ that. And a' that, and a' that,— Nae doctor’s drugs and a' that, Will ever prove a cure for love, Like kiss again and a' that!
Gif I can find ane to my mind, My heart and hand and a‘ that, Te her I’ll gie baith frank and free,— They’re my delight for a' that; For a‘ that, and a’ that; They’re dear to me for a‘ that ; I loo them still, and ever will, Tho’ ane did jilt and a‘ that.
# O tell me the way for to woo/Daintie Davie

DAINTIE DAVIE.
The lasses fain wad hae frae me A sang to keep them a' in glee, While ne’er a ane I hae to gie, But only Daintie Davie. ​I learn’d it early in my youth, When barley bannocks caused a drouth; Whar cronies met to weet their mouth, Our sang was Daintie Davie.
O, Daintie Davie is the thing, I never kent a cantie spring, That e’er deserv’d the highland fling, Sae sweet as Daintie Davie.
When friends and fo’k at bridals' meet, Their drouthie mou’s and craigs to weet, The story canna be complete Without they've Daintie Davie. Sae lasses tune your spinnets weel, And lilt it up wi’ a‘ your skill, There’s nae strathspey nor highland reel, Comes up to Daintie Davie. O, Daintie Davie, &c.
Tho’ bardies a’, in former times, Hae stain’d my sang, wae worth their rhymes! They had but little mense, wi’ crimes, To blast my Daintie Davie. The rankest weeds the garden spoil, When labour taks the play a while; The lamp gaes out for want o‘ oil, And sae it far’d wi' Davie. O, Daintie Davie, &c.
There's ne’er a bar but what’s complete, While ilka note is ay so sweet, That auld and young get to their feet, When they hear Daintie Davie. ​Until the latest hour of time, When music a‘ her power shall tine, Each hill, and dale, and grove, shall ring
Wi’ bonnie Daintie Davie. O, Daintie Davie, &c.
# Daintie Davie

* "Daintie Davie", in The Canary (1810), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "Daintie Davie", in O tell me the way for to woo (1821), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Daintie Davie", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# O tell me the way for to woo/My Kimmer and I

MY KIMMER AND I.
Whan Kimmer and I were groom and bride, We had twa pint stoups at our bedside; Sax times fu’ and sax times dry, And raise for drouth—my Kimmer and I.
My Kimmer and I gade to the fair, Wi‘ twal pund Scots in sarking to ware, But we drank the gude brown hawkie dry, And sarkless hame came Kimmer and I.
My Kimmer and I gade to the town, For wedding breeks and a wedding gown; But the sleekit auld priest he wat our eye In sackcloth gowns—my Kimmer and I.
My Kimmer and I maun tak the beuk, Wi’ a twal pint stoup in our pint neuk; Ere the psalm be done, the dish is dry, And drouthelie pray my Kimmer and I.
My Kimmer and I are scant o’ claes, Wi soups o' drink and soups o’ brose; But late we rise and soon gae lie, And cantilie live—my Kimmer and I.
​My Kimmer is auld, my Kimmer is bent, And I’m gaun louting owre a kent; The well o' life is dribbling dry, And drouthie, drouthie’s Kimmer and I.
# O tell me the way for to woo/Hope Told a Flattering Tale

HOPE TOLD A FLATTERING TALE.
Hope told a flattering tale, That joy would soon return; Ah! nought my sighs avail, For love is doom’d to mourn.
Ah! where’s the flatt’rer gone? From me from ever flown; The happy dream of love is o’er, Life, alas ! can charm no more.
# The Braes of Yarrow (1820, Edinburgh)

THE
BRAES OF YARROW.
to which are added,
ROBIN ADAIR.
The Forlorn Damsel.
The birth of May.
THE WOODPECKER.
Lay thy loof in mine lass.
FAR, FAR AT SEA.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1820.
* The Braes of Yarrow
* Robin Adair
* The Forlorn Damsel
* The Birth of May
* The Woodpecker
* Lay Thy Loof in Mine Lass
* Far, Far at Sea
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# The Braes of Yarrow (1820, Edinburgh)/The Braes of Yarrow

THE BRAES OF YARROW.
The sun just glancing through the trees,
gives light and joy to ilka grove, And pleasure in oach southern breeze, awaken hope and slumbering love. When Jeany sung with hearty glee, to charm her winsome marrow, My bonny laddie gang wi' me we’ll o'er the braes o' Yarrow.
Young Sandy was the blythest swain, that ever pip'd on droomy brae; Nae lass could ken him free frae pain, sae gracefu’, kind, sae fair and gay. And Jeany sung with hearty glee, to charm her winsome marrow. My bonny laddie gang wi' me we’ll o’er the braes to Yarrow.
He kiss’d and lov’d the charming maid, her sparkling een had won his heart, Nae lass the youth had e’er betray’d, nae fear had she, she had nae art. And still she sung with heartsome glee to charm her winsome marrow My bonny laddie gang wi’ me we’ll o’er the braes to Yarrow.
# Robin Adair

* "Robin Adair", in Robin Adair (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Robin Adair", in The Lover's Songster (1800)
* "Robin Adair", in Robin Adair (1818), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Robin Adair", in The Braes of Yarrow (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# The Braes of Yarrow (1820, Edinburgh)/The Forlorn Damsel

​ ​By Cupid’s dart I feel the smart,
and grief has me surrounded.
I sigh and moan since he is gone, who was my chiefest fancy, The other day he sail'd away, and parted from his Nancy.
May wot attend my cruel friends, that caus’d his transportation For him I pine lament and whine, in woefu' desperation.
Through frightful dreams I often scream, and start out of my slumber, Then in amaze around I gaze, and of my dear I ponder.
I cannot blame my darling swain, though from me he is parted, His absence makes me live in pain, I’m always brokenhearted.
My parents they sent him away, to face his foes so cruel All for to part from me my heart, my dear and only jewel.
My love is tall, comely withal and rarely put together, His person meek, his breath as sweet, as due in summer weather.
​His carriage neat his limbs complete,
and all his frame commodious When he doth sing the woods do ring his voice is so melodious.
O guardian angels be his guide defend him from all harms, Let no hard fortune him betide, in any wars alarms.
Should he be slain on Boston plain, where cannons roar like thunder, Then death would ease me of my pain, and break my heart asunder.
Although my love has cross’d the main, ’twas what he ne’er intended, I hope to see him once again where’er the war are ended.
When all my grief will turn to joy, when he is in my arms, Then I’ll invite my darling boy, and treat him with my charms.
THE BIRTH OF MAY.
When rural lads and lasses gay, Proclaim’d the birth of rosy May, When round the maypole on the green, The rustic dancers all were seen;
# The Braes of Yarrow (1820, Edinburgh)/The Woodpecker

​ ​By the side of yon grove where the green willow dips, In the gush of yon fountain how sweet to recline, And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, That ne’er had been sigh'd on by any but mine Every leaf was at rest, &c.
And here in this lone little cot, I exclaim'd, With a maid that was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep when I blam'd, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die, Every leaf was at rest, &c.
LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.
O lay thy loof, in mine, lass, in mine lass, in mine lass, And swear on thy white hand, lass, that thou wilt be my ain A slave to love's unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae, But now he is my deadly fae, Unless thou be my ain. O lay thy loof, &c.
There's mony a lass has brake my rest, That for ae blink I hae lo'ed best, But thou art Queen within my breast, For ever to remain. O lay, &c.
# The Braes of Yarrow (1820, Edinburgh)/Lay Thy Loof in Mine Lass

LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.
# Poems (Sharpless)/The Answer of Earth

THE ANSWER OF EARTH
[Refer to poem by Margaret E. Sangster.]
# Poems (Sharpless)/Epictetus

EPICTETUS
Dare to look up to God, and say: Make use of me for the future as Thou wilt. I am of the same mind; I am one with Thee; I refuse nothing which seems good to Thee. Lead me whither thou wilt. . . What else can I do, a lame old man, but sing hymns to God.—Discourses of Epictetus.
# Lay Thy Loof in Mine Lass

* "Lay thy loof in mine lass", in Lay thy loof in mine lass (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Lay thy loof in mine lass", in Merry fairs of Falkirk (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Lay Thy Loof in Mine Lass", in The Braes of Yarrow (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Lay Thy Loof in Mine, Lass", in Land in the Ocean (1823), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Lay Thy Loof in Mine, Lassie", in George and Britain Save (1825), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "O lay thy loof in mine", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "O lay thy loof in mine", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Goldfinch (1817)/Far, far at Sea

Far, far at Sea.
# Scottish glory/Far, Far at Sea

FAR, FAR AT SEA.
'Twas night when the bell had toll’d twelve, And poor Susan was laid on her pillow, In her ear whisper’d some fleeting elve— Your love now lies tost on a billow, Far, far at sea.
All was dark, when she woke out of breath, Not an object her fears could discover; All was still as the silence of death, Save Fancy, which painted her lover, Far, far at sea.
So she whisper'd a prayer-clos'd her eyes, But the phantom still haunted her pillow, While in terror she echo'd his cries, As struggling he sank in a billow, Far, far at sea.
F I N I S.
# Thanksgiving

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* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Charles Follen Adams (Within a garret, cold and forlorn)
* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Florence Earle Coates (Now gracious plenty rules the board)
* "Thanksgiving", also titled "Giving Thanks", a poem by Florence Earle Coates (Thou that dost save through pain)
* "A Thanksgiving", a poem by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge
* "A Thanksgiving", a poem by Mary Caroline Denver and Jane Campbell Denver
* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Martha Julia Elliott
* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Sophia Courtoulde Hazlett-Bevis
* "The Thanksgiving", a poem by George Herbert (Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, ⁠To thee of all kings onely due))
* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Sara Beaumont Kennedy
* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Joyce Kilmer (The roar of the world is in my ears)
* "A Thanksgiving", a poem by Lucy Larcom
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* "Thanksgiving", a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* "A Thanksgiving", a poem by Celia Thaxter
# Easter

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* "Easter", a poem by Alice Emily Argent
* "Easter", a poem by Clara L. Bell
* "Easter", a poem by Mary Elizabeth Blake
* "Easter", a poem by Florence Earle Coates. ("I know the summer fell asleep")
* "Éastre", a poem by Florence Earle Coates. ("I, who am ever young")
* "Easter", a poem by Richard Watson Gilder. ("When in the starry gloom")
* "Easter", a poem by George Herbert ("Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise")
* "Easter", a poem by Emily Pauline Johnson. ("Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading")
* "Easter", a poem by Sara Beaumont Kennedy
* "Easter", a poem by Joyce Kilmer ("The air is like a butterfly")
* "Easter", a poem by William Nauns Ricks ("I would that from out our lives")
* "Easter", a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* "Easter", a poem by Katharine Tynan
* "Easter, 1916", a poem by William Butler Yeats from Michael Robartes and the Dancer. ("I have met them at close of day")

### Encyclopaedia articles

* "Easter," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (7) (1878)
* "Easter," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Easter," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
* "Easter," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)

### See also

* Easter Day
* Easter Monday
* Good Friday
# The Lover's Songster/Far, far at Sea

Far far, at Sea.
'TWAS at night, when the bell had toll'd twelve,
And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
In her ear whisper'd some fitting elve— Your love is now toss'd on a billow,
Far, far at sea!
All was dark, as she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover,
Far, far at sea!
So she whisper'd a prayer—clos'd her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
Whilst in terror she echo'd his cries,
As struggling he sunk in a billow,
Far, far at sea!
# Light

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* "Light", a poem by Rebecca Queen Jordan
* "Light", a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
# A Vigil (Stedman)

"I walk the lane's dim hollow,—"
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1897), "A Vigil" in Poems, now first collected.
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1908), "A Vigil" in The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman.
# A Vigil

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* "A Vigil", a poem by Harriet McEwen Kimball
* "A Vigil", a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* "A Vigil", a poem by Edmund Clarence Stedman
# Regret

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* Regret, a short story by Kate Chopin
* Regret, a poem by Alexander Pushkin
* Regret, a poem by Ruan Ji (translated by Arthur Waley)
* "Regret", a poem by Frances M. Sharpless
* "Regret", a poem by Celia Thaxter
* Regret, a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
# Encouragement

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* "Encouragement", a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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* "Encouragement", a poem by Eliza Jane Stephens
# Midnight

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# Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary 1908

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| Preface and Explanations to the Student A A to Adhere Adhesion to Alexandrine Alfa to Anapæst Anaphora to Aphrodisiac Aphthæ to Aroint Aroma to Attorney Attract to Azymous B B to Barren Barret to Belive Bell to Birth Bis to Boom Boomerang to Brine Bring to Byzantine C C to Canton Cantor to Catechise Catechu to Chaplet Chapman to Chrysoprase Chrysotype to Clouted Clove to Commiserate Commissary to Connote Connubial to Cork Corm to Crasis Crass to Curari Curassow to Czech D D to Defect Defence to Deterge Deteriorate to Diptera Diptych to Distrust Distune to Dragoon Dragsman to Dziggetai E E to Embalm Embank to Entomology Entomostomata to Even Evening to Eyry F F to Femerell Femur to Flat Flatter to Foretell Forethink to Free Freemartin to Fytte G G to Genius Genoese to Gold Golf to Groove Grope to Gyve | H H to Haste Hat to Heredity Heresy to Holy Holywell to Hurry Hurst to Hythe I I to Inarching Inarm to Inhale Inharmonious to Intrepid Intricate to Ixtle J J to Jymold K K to Kythe L L to Law Lawk to Liebig Lied to Loligo Lolium to Lytta M M to Manufacture Manumit to Medic Medical to Militia Milk to Mole Molecule to Mound Mount to Myzontes N N to Nicknack Nickname to Nyula O O to Onerous Oneyer to Outquench Outrage to Ozostomia P P to Paper Papeterie to Paternoster Path to Pepo Pepper to Philomusical Philopena to Pistachio Pistareen to Poison Poitrel to Pot-pourri Potsherd to Prick Pricket to Proscribe Prose to Purify Purim to Pyxidium Q Q to Quo warranto R R to Ravage Rave to Reed Re-edify to Repaint Repair to Return Retuse to Righteous Rigid to Rotula Rotund to Ryve | S S to Sand Sandal to Scaphium Scaphocephalic to Scrimshaw Scrine to Seil Seine to Serpent Serpet to Shilly-shally Shilpit to Simnel Simon-pure to Slope Slops to Soliloquy Soliped to Sperm Spermaceti to Squat Squatter to Stethoscope Stevedore to Strong Strongyle to Sumac Sumerian to Swinge Swingle to Syzygy T T to Tax Taxiarch to Thallus Thalweg to Tillandsia Tiller to Tournure Touse to Trifacial Trifarious to Tunny Tup to Tzigany U U to Undersky Undersleep to Unmerited Unmeted to Unwondering Unwonted to Uzbeg V V to Verse Versed to Vying W W to Wax Way to Whitleather Whitlow to Wyvern X X to Xyster Y Y to Y-wis Z Z to Zyxomma Supplements Prefixes and Suffixes Etymology of Names of Places, &c. List of Abbreviations Signs & Symbols used in Medicine and Music Correct Ceremonious Forms of Address Pronouncing Vocabulary of Scripture Proper Names The More Common English Christian Names Words and Phrases from Latin, Greek, and Modern Foreign Languages The Metric or French System Addenda |
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# At Sea

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# The Shadow

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# A Protest

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* "A Protest", a poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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* "A Protest", a poem by Agnes Louisa Storrie