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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Day Is Dying in the West

* Day is dying in the west, Heaven is touching earth with rest; Wait and worship while the night Sets her evening lamps alight Thro' all the sky. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! Heaven and earth are full of thee, Heaven and earth are praising thee, O Lord most high!
* Lord of life, beneath the dome Of the universe, thy home, Gather us who seek thy face To the fold of thy embrace, For thou art nigh. Holy, holy, holy, &c.
* While the deep'ning shadows fall, Heart of Love, enfolding all, Thro' the glory and the grace Of the stars that veil thy face, Our hearts ascend. Holy, holy, holy, &c.
* When forever from our sight Pass the stars, the day, the night, Lord of angels, on our eyes Let eternal morning rise, And shadows end. Holy, holy, holy, &c. A -men.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Dying With Jesus

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| 210 | Dying With Jesus |
| 210 | (MOMENT BY MOMENT ) |
| D. W. Whittle Mary Whittle |||
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* Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; Living, with Jesus, a new life divine; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine, Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine. Refrain Moment by moment I'm kept in his love; Moment by moment I've life from above; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine; Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine. (Last verse:Amen.)
* Never a trial that he is not there, Never burden that he doth not bear, Never a sorrow that he doth not share, Moment by moment I'm under his care. Refrain
* Never a heartache, and never a groan, Never a teardrop and never a moan; Never a danger but there on the throne, Moment by moment he thinks of his own. Refrain
* Never a weakness that he doth not feel, Never a sickness that he cannot heal; Moment by moment, in woe or in weal, Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still. Refrain
Copyright, 1893, by The Biglow & Main Co.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Crown Him with Many Crowns

* Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne! Hark how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' all eternity.
* Crown him the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, Rich wounds,yet visible above, In beauty glorified. No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But down ward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright.
* Crown him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise! His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Encamped Along the Hills of Light

The tune is also known as "Sankey".
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| | (FAITH IS THE VICTORY. 8, 6, 8, 6, D. With Refrain) | 102 |
| John H. Yates Ira D. Sankey |||
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* Encamped along the hills of light Ye Christian soldiers, rise And press the battl ere the night Shall viel the glowing skies; Against the foe in vales below Let our strength be hurled; Faith is the victory, we know, That overcomes the world. Refrain Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory! O Glorious victory, That overcomes the world. Refrain
* His banner over us is love, Our sword the word of God; We tread the road the saints above With shouts of triumph trod; By faith, they like a whirlwind's breath, Swept on o'er every field; The faith by which they conquered Death Is still our shining shield. Refrain
* On every hand the foe we find Drawn in dread array; Let tents of ease be left behinf, And— onward to the fray; Salvation's helment on each head, With truth all girt about, The earth shal tremble 'neath our tread, And echo with our shout. Refrain
* To him that over-comes the foe, White raiment shall be given; Before the angles he shall know His name conffessed in heaven; Then onward from the hills of light, Our hearts with love aflame; We'll vanquish all the hosts of night, In Jesus' conquering name. Refrain Amen.
Copyright, 1891 by The Biglow & Slain Co. Used by permission
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Come Unto Me, Ye Weary

* 'Come unto me, ye weary, And I will give you rest' O blessed voice of Jesus Which comes to hearts oppressed! repeat It tells of benediction Of pardon, grace and peace, Of Joy that hath no ending Of love which cannot cease; Of love, Of love, which cannot cease.
* Come unto me, ye wanderers, And I will give you light.' O loving voice of Jesus Which comes to cheer the night! repeat Our hearts were filled with sadness And we had lost our way; But morning bring us gladness, And songs, the break of day. But morning brings us gladness And songs, And songs, the break of day.
* Come unto me, ye fainting, And I will give you life.' O cheering voice of Jesus Which comes to aid our strife! repeat The foes is stern and eager, The fight is fierce and long; But thou hast made us mighty, And stronger than the strong. But thou hast made us mighty And stronger, and stronger than the strong.
* And Whosever cometh, I will not cast him out.' O Welcome vice of Jesus, Which drive away our doubt! repeat Which calls us, very sinners, Unworthy thou we be of love so free and boundless, To come, dear Lord, to thee. Of love so free and boundless To come, to come, dear Lord to thee. Amen
Copyright, 1910, by The International Committee of Voung Men's Christian Association, Used by permission ​
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Coming to Christ

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* Tell Me the Old, Old Story
* Lord, I Hear of Showers of Blessing
* I Can Hear My Saviour Calling
* God Calling Yet
* Just As I Am, Without One Plea
* I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say
* My God, Accept My Heart This Day
* [sic] Come, Ye Disconsolate
* Come Unto Me, Ye Weary
* Jesus Calls Us, O'er the Tumult
* Out of My Bondage
* Arise, My Soul, Arise
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Conflict and Heroism

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* The Son of God Goes Forth to War
* A Mighty Fortress is Our God
* How Firm a Foundation
* Forward! Be Our Watchword
* Through the Night of Doubt and Sorrow
* Who Is on the Lord's Side
* Courage, Brother, Do Not Stumble
* Sound the Battle Cry
* We March, We March to Victory
* O Where Are Kings and Empires Now
* Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus
* Am I a Soldier of the Cross
* Onward, Christian Soldiers
* Lead on, O King Eternal
* Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve
* My Soul, Be on Thy Guard
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Coronation

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* Rise, Glorious Conqueror
* Look Ye Saints
* All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name
* Crown Him with Many Crowns
* O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth
* Hail, Thou Once Despised Jesus
* Love Divine, All Love Excelling
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Courage, Brother, Do Not Stumble

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| 126 | (COURAGE, BROTHER. 8,7,8,7,D.) |
| Norman Macleod, 1857 Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 |||
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* Courage, brother, do not stumble, Though thy path be dark as night; There's a star to guide the humble— Trust in god and do the right! Though the road be rough and dreary, And it's en far out of sight, Foot it bravely, strong or weary;— Trust in God, trust in good, Trust in God and do the right
* Perish policy and cunning, Perish all that fears the light! Whether losing, whether winning, Trust in God and do the right! Some will hate the, some will love thee, Some will flatter, some will slight; Cease from man, and look above thee,— Trust in God, trust in good, Trust in God and do the right
* Simple rule and safest guiding, Inward peace and inward might, Star upon our path abiding, Trust in God and do the right! Courage, brother, do not stumble,— Tho' thy path be dark as night; There's a star to guide the humble,— Trust in God, trust in good, Trust in God and do the right! Amen
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Do Not Wait Until Some Deed

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| 216 | (BRIGHTEN THE CORNER WHERE YOU ARE ) |
| Ina Duley Ogdon Chas. H. Gabriel |||
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* Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do, Do not wait to shed your light afar, To the many duties ever near you now be true, Brighten the corner where you are. Refrain Brighten the corner where you are! Brighten the corner where you are! Somewhere far from harbor you may guide across the bar, Brighten the corner where you are.
* Just above are clouded skies that you may help to clear, Let not narrow self your way debar, Tho' into one heart alone may fall your song of cheer, Brighten the corner where you are. Refrain
* Here for all your talent you may surely find a need, Here reflect the bright and morning star, Even from your humble hand the bread of life may feed, Brighten the corner where you are. Refrain Amen.
Copyright, 1913, by Chas. H. Gabriel. Homer A. Rodeheaver, owner. By permission. Presented to the boys with the compliments and good wishes of Homer A. Rodeheaver
# The Book of Scottish Song/The guid, guid wife

The guid, guid wife.
[Air, "Highland laddie."]
To ha'e a wife and rule a wife, Taks a wise man, taks a wise man; But to get a wife to rule a man, O that ye can, O that ye can; So the wife that's wise we aye maun prize, For they're few ye ken, they're scarce ye ken; O Solomon says ye'll no fin' ane, In hundreds ten, in hundreds ten.
When a man's wed, it's often said, He's aye o'er blate, he's aye o'er blate; He strives to improve his first calf luve, When it's o'er late, when it's o'er late. Ye maun daut o' them and mak' o' them, Else they'll tak' the barley-hood, the barley-hood; Gin the hinny-moon wad ne'er gang dune, They wad aye be guid, they wad aye be guid.
Gin ye marry whan ye're auld, Ye will get jeers, ye will get jeers; An' if she be a bonnie lass, Ye may get fears, ye may get fears; For gin she's tall; when she grows baul, She'll crack your croun, she'll crack your croun; An' gif ye plea wi' ane that's wee; She'll pu' ye doun, she'll pu' ye doun.
Sae he that gets a guid, guid wife, Gets gear aneugh, gets gear aneugh; An' he that gets an ill, ill wife, Gets cares aneugh, gets fears aneugh; A man may spen' an' ha'e to the en', If his wife be ought, if his wife be ought: But a man may spare an' aye be bare, If his wife be nought, if his wife be nought.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The hour of Love

The hour of Love.
[Andrew Mercer.]
When the fair one, and the dear one— Her lover by her side,— Strays or sits, as fancy flits, Where yellow streamlets glide; Gleams illuming—flowers perfuming— Where'er her footsteps rove; Time beguiling with her smiling, O that's the hour of love!
When the fair one, and the dear one, Amid a moon-light scene,— Where grove and glade, and light and shade Are all around serene— Heaves the soft sigh of ecstacy, While coos the turtle dove, And in soft strains—appeals—complains— O that's the hour of love!
Should the fair one, and the dear one, The sigh of pity lend, For human woe that presses low, A stranger or a friend; ​Tears descending, sweetly blending, As down her cheeks they rove, Beauty's charms in pity's arms; O that's the hour of love!
When the fair one, and the dear one, Appears in morning dreams,— In flowing vest—by fancy drest,— And all the angel beams! The heavenly mien, and look serene, Confess her from above; While rising sighs, and dewy eyes, Say, that's the hour of love!
# The Book of Scottish Song/The dying Girl's song

The dying Girl’s song.
[W. B. Sangster.—Here first printed.]
Farewell, my bonnie yellow hair! Ye fell in rows o' gowden sheen Aboon my bosom, lily fair, An' clung in clusters round my een.
My roun', my rosy cheeks, farewell!— Ye were my soul's idolatry. Farewell, sweet mouth!—oh, ruby cell! Thy pearls a' ha'e dropp'd away!
The licht that shot its saften beams Frae out my een o' bonnie blue Is gane, and I am lost in dreams Of what I was—what I am too!
Days, months and years ha'e wrought and wark On me, my brother!—do not weep: I go to God's appointed ark, To take my rest, an' sleep my sleep!
An' when new visions rise on me, And life's dark water's gathered in, I'll land on an eternity Of life, unsweetened by sin.
Farewell, farewell, thou dear loo'd light!— Ah! much too dear so soon to part; The clouds o' death's unwelcome night Are settling dreary round my heart.
Oh, take my hand—oh, kiss my brow— Oh, brother!—brother, do not weep, To pain our parting!—let me go In peace to my appointed sleep!
There are no tears where angels sing Their tongueless orisons of love; An' now I fly with gladden'd wing To meet them in the courts above.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The grass had nae freedom

The grass had nae freedom.
[Written by Mrs. Scott of Dumbartonshire to the tune of "Woo'd and married and a'," and inserted in Cromok's Select Scottish Songs, 1810.]
The grass had nae freedom o' growin' As lang as she wasna awa', Nor in the toun could there be stowin' For wooers that wanted to ca'. Sic boxin', sic brawlin', sic dancin', Sic bowin' and shakin' a paw; The toun was for ever in brulyies: But now the lassie's awa'. Wooed, and married, and a', Married, and wooed, and a'; The dandalie toast of the parish, She's wooed, and she's carried awa'.
But had he a' kenn'd her as I did, His wooin' it wad ha'e been sma': She kens neither bakin', nor brewin', Nor cardin', nor spinnin' ava; But a' her skill lies in her buskin': And, O, if her braws were awa', She sune wad wear out o' fashion, And knit up her huggers wi' straw.
But yesterday I gaed to see her, And, O, she was bonnie and braw; She cried on her gudeman to gi'e her An ell o' red ribbon or twa. He took, and he set down beside her A wheel and a reel for to ca'; She cried, Was he that way to guide her? And out at the door and awa'.
The first road she gaed was her mither, Wha said, Lassie, how gaes a'? Quo' she, Was it for nae ither That I was married awa', But to be set down to a wheelie, And at it for ever to ca'? And syne to hae't reel'd by a chieldie That's everly crying to draw.
Her mither said till her, Hech, lassie! He's wisest, I fear, o' the twa; There'll be little to put in the tassie, Gif ye be sae backward to draw; For now ye should work like a tiger, And at it baith wallop and ca', Sae lang's ye ha'e youdith and vigour, And weanies and debt keep awa'.
Sae swift away hame to your haddin'; The mair fule ye e'er came awa' Ye maunna be ilka day gaddin', Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw; For now wi' a neebor ye're yokit, And wi' him should cannilie draw; Or else ye deserve to be knockit— So that's an answer for a'.
Young luckie thus fand hersell mither'd, And wish'd she had ne'er come awa'; At length wi' hersell she consider'd, That hameward 'twas better to draw, And e'en tak' a chance o' the landin', However that matters might fa': Folk maunna on freits aye be standin', That's wooed, and married, and a'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The kind breath o' Summer

The kind breath o’ Summer.
[Written by James T. Whitelaw, Glasgow. Set to music by the author, with symphonies and accompaniments by John M'Dougall.]
The kind breath o' summer blew saftly alang, The crawflower an' gowan on ilka knowe sprang, An' sweet was the air as I wander'd at e'en, An' woo'd the dear lass wi' the bonnie blue een.
O clear was the burnie that wimpl'd alang, An' sweet was the strain o' its murmuring sang, But sweeter that voice, an' far clearer I ween, Was the blythe bonnie blink o' her twa laughin' een.
Ae nicht in the gloamin we wander'd alane, I speer'd gin she lo'ed me, gin she'd be my ain;
Nae word did she speak, but her answer was gi'en,
Wi' the blush on her cheek, wi' the glint o' hereen.
As the autumn leaves fell, my heart it grew sick, I saw the rose fading that bloom'd on her cheek; That voice now was sad that sae cheerie had been, There shone a strange licht in her bonnie blue een.
The cauld winter cam', nought that fair flower could save, She wither'd awa', she was laid in the grave; The stane that lies ower her is moss-cover'd green, But I've ne'er ance forgot the blythe blink o' her een.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The land for me

The land for me.
[Written by J. Hedderwick, Junr., editor of "The Glasgow Citizen" Newspaper.—Music by S. Barr.]
I've been upon the moonlit deep, When the wind had died away, And like an ocean god asleep, The bark majestic lay; But lovelier is the varied scene, The hill, the lake, the tree, When bathed in light of midnight's queen, The land! the land! for me.
The glancing waves I've glided o'er When gently blew the breeze; But sweeter was the distant shore, The zephyr 'mang the trees. The murmur of the mountain rill, The blossoms waving free, The song of birds on every hill, The land! the land! for me.
The billows I have been among, When they roll'd in mountains dark, And night her blackest curtain hung Around our heaving bark; But give me when the storm is fierce, My home and fireside glee, Where winds may howl, but dare not pierce, The land! the land! for me.
And when around the lightning flash'd, I've been upon the deep, And to the gulf beneath I've dash'd Adown the liquid steep; But now that I am safe on shore, There let me ever be; The sea let others wander o'er, The land! the land! for me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The lass ayont the hill

The lass ayont the hill.
[James Macdonald.—Here first Printed.]
Gae range the warld baith far an' near, Search ilka court an' gaudy ha', Get titled dames wi' princely names, I ken a lass wad ding them a'.
Bring a' the walth Peru can gi'e, Or e'en Golconda's mines can shaw, Rake up auld ocean's hoarded gear, I ken a lass that's worth it a'.
Awa', fause loons, your artfu' wiles
Maun ne'er yon bonnie lassie spill, Her name and hame I winna tell, The bonnie lass ayont the hill.
Her cheeks are like the apple bud, Her brow is white as drifted snaw, Her lips are like the berries red, That grow upon yon garden wa'.
It's sweet to see the roses blaw Adown the holms o' Endrick lea, But sweeter are the blinks o' luve The bonnie lassie gi'es to me.
Yon milkwhite thorn now a' in bloom, That sweetly scents the evening air; Yon cloud a warld o' pearly snaw, Are nae sae pure nor half sae fair.
Ilk colour that the heavens can gi'e Does but ae lovely rainbow fill; Sae a' that's sweet on earth is she, The bonnie lass ayont the hill.
Gin I'd been born a belted knight, Or laird of mickle gear an' Ian', I wadna lay me down to sleep Afore I gat her lily han'.
But waes my heart! I'm but a herd, An' sae maun tether down my will; Yet come what may, l'll climb the brae, And see my lass ayont the hill.
# Sybil

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Sybil, or The Two Nations is an 1845 novel by Benjamin Disraeli. Sybil traces the plight of the working classes of England. As the title suggests, Disraeli is interested in dealing with the horrific conditions in which the majority of England's working classes lived. It is a novel with a thesis, which was meant to create a propagandistic furor over the squalor that was plaguing England's working class cities.
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SYBIL, OR THE TWO NATIONS
by Benjamin Disraeli
    I would inscribe these volumes to one whose noble spirit and gentle nature ever prompt her to sympathise with the suffering; to one whose sweet voice has often encouraged, and whose taste and judgment have ever guided, their pages; the most severe of critics, but--a perfect Wife!

## Contents

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Book I
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
Book II
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
Book III
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
Book IV
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 15
Book V
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
Book VI
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Syariah Penal Code Order, 2013/Part V

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PART V GENERAL
Provisions under Chapter 22 do not apply.
252. When a person has been tried in any proceedings in respect of the commission of an offence against this Order, he shall not be tried and no other proceedings shall be brought against him under the Penal Code (Chapter 22) for the same or a similar offence under that Code.
Hukum Syara' to apply if no other provision.
253. On any matter which is not expressly provided for in this Order, the Court shall follow Hukum Syara'.
​Repeal.
254. Sections 171, 172, 173, 174, 177, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 192, 193, 194, 195 and 196 of the Religious Council and Kadis Courts Act (Chapter 77) are hereby repealed.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My dearie, if thou dee

My dearie, if thou dee.
[This was written by Robert Crawfurd, and appears in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. The beautiful air called "My dearie, if thou die" is older than Ramsay's day, but the original words of the song are supposed to be lost.]
Love never more shall give me pain, My fancy's fix'd on thee: Nor ever maid my heart shall gain, My Peggie, if thou dee. Thy beauties did such pleasure give, Thy love's so true to me; Without thee I shall never live, My dearie, if thou dee.
If fate shall tear thee from my breast, How shall I lonely stray! In dreary dreams the night I'll waste, In sighs the silent day. I ne'er can so much virtue find, Nor such perfection see: Then I'll renounce all womankind, My Peggie, after thee.
No new-blown beauty fires my heart, With Cupid's raving rage; But thine, which can such sweets impart, Must all the world engage. 'Twas this that like the morning sun, Gave joy and life to me; And, when its destined day is done, With Peggie let me dee.
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, And in such pleasures share, Ye who its faithful flames approve, With pity view the fair: Restore my Peggie's wonted charms, Those charms so dear to me; Oh, never rob them from those arms— I'm lost if Peggie dee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/My dear little Lassie

My dear little Lassie.
[From "Poems chiefly in the Scottish dialect, by the Rev. James Nicol. In two volumes. Edinburgh, 1805."—Tune, "Bonnie Dundee."]
My dear little lassie, why, what's a' the matter? My heart it gangs pittypat, winna lie still; I've waited, and waited, an' a' to grow better Yet, lassie, believe me, I'm aye growing ill: My head 's turn'd quite dizzy, an' aft when I'm speaking I sigh, an' am breathless, an' fearfu' to speak; I gaze aye for something I fain wad be seeking, Yet, lassie, I kenna weel what I wad seek. ​Thy praise, bonnie lassie, I ever could hear of, And yet when to ruse ye the neebour lads try, Though it's a' true they tell ye, yet never sae far off I could see 'em ilk ane, an' I canna tell why. When we tedded the hayfield, I raked ilka rig o't, And never grew wearie the lang simmer day; The rucks that ye wrought at were easiest biggit, And I fand sweeter scented aroun' ye the hay.
In har'st, whan the kirn-supper joys mak' us cheerie, 'Mang the lave of the lasses I pried yere sweet mou'; Dear save us! how queer I felt whan I cam' near ye, My breast thrill'd in rapture, I couldna tell how. Whan we dance at the gloamin' it's you I aye pitch on, And gin ye gang by me how dowie I be; There's something, dear lassie, about ye bewitching, That tells me my happiness centres in thee.