Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1852-06-23
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THE SCOTCH MOTHERS BLESSING.

THE SCOTCH MOTHER IS BLESSING G
"Gie me thy blessing, mither,
For | must now away,
To meet my bonny Agnes, mither,
Upon her bridal day.
I've loved her lang and weel, mither,
And thou my love hast known
Then lay thy hand upon me mither,
And bless thy kneeling SON.
"Ah! Willie, how my heart o'erhows
When thus [ hear thee speak;
My tears are glistening on thy hair,
And dropping on thy cheek,
All oh ! how memory calls up now
The days OF auld lang syne,
When |, a winsome bride, first called
Thy sainted father mine
Ye look sac like him, Willie, dear,
Ye look sac like him now;
Ye hae the same dark, tender cen,
The same broad, noble brow.
And sic smile was on his face,
When he that morning came.
To bring AVA, as We maun do,
A lassie to his hame
Puir child, her heart is beating now
AS it ne 'er beat before
Puir child, | ken her hazel cen
VII tears are runnin' DER.
She loves thee, Willie, but she feels
TO wed's a solemn thng-A
| Weel remember how felt
When looking on the ring.
l weel remember, too, the hour
When, WI heavy sigh,
l turned, wife sac young and sad,
To bid them a good bye.
The tears were gushing then, know,
For ]uyed my kindred weel,
And though my ain was by my side,
l could ma help but feel.
But then how kind he took my hand,
And gently whispered, Come!
The same soft star shines DER NV cot
That shines above thy nome.
And, Willie, often since he's dead
I've watched that distant star,
And thought saw his gentle face
Smile in it from afar.
We luved ilk ither weel, Willie,
We luved ilk lther lang;
All, me I! how happy was the heart
That trlled the even sang!
We luved ilk ither, Willie, right,
anu may OOu grant IL So,
That ye may luye as we twa luTed,
In days lang, lang ago.
Oh fondly cherish her, Willie,
She is sac young and fair;
She has not known a single cloud,
Or felt single care.
Then if a cauld worlds storm should come
Thy way to overcast,
Oh ! ever stand (thou art man,)
Between her and the blast.
When first I knew mither's pride
Twas when | gazed on thee,
And when my ither flowers died
Thy smile was left to me.
And | can scarce believe it true,
So late thy life began,
The playful BARN l fondlcd then
Stands by me now a man!
Then tell thy bonnie bride, Willie,
She has my frst-born son;
TAX the darling from my arms,
And gle him to her own!
Oh she will cherish thee, Willie,
For when | maun depart,
She. only she, will then be left
To fill thy lonely heart!
dinna fear to die, Willie,
ever wished to gang;
The soft, green mould in yon kirk-yard
Has lonely been too lang.
And | would lay me there, Willie,
And "a death S terrors brave,
Beside the heart so leal and true,
If tits within the grave.
Then gang AVA, my blessed BARN,
And bring thy gentle dove,
And dinna frown if "a should grieve
To part VII her they love.
But if tear fills up her ee,
Then whisper as they part,
There's room for thee at mither's hearth
There's room in mither's heart
And may the God that reigns above,
And sees ye a the while,
Look down upon your plighted troth,
And bless ye VII his smile.
And may'st thou ne'er forget, Willie,
In a thy future life,
To serve the power that gave to thee
Thy kind and guleless wife