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 16 Let others crowd the giddy court Of mirth and revelry, The The simple joys that nature yields Are dearer than them a'.

WHEN ROSIE WAS FAITHFU'. When Rosie was faithful, how happy was I, Still gladsome as Summer, the time glided by, I played my harp cheery, while fondly I sang Of of the charms of my Rosie the winter nights lang; But now I'm as waefu' as waefu' can be, Come Summer, come Winter, 'tis a' ane to me, For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul, That cheerless for aye is the Harper of Mull. I wandered the glens and the wild woods alane, In their deepest recesses I make my sad mane, My harps mournful melody joins in the strain, While sadly I sing of the days that are gane. Tho' Rosie is faithless, she's no less fair, And the thought of her beauty but feeds my despair ; With painful remembrance my bosom is full, And weary of life is the Harper of Mull. As slumbering I lay by the dark mountain stream, My lovely young Rosie appeared in my dream; I thought her still kind and I'ne'er was sae blest, As in fancy I clasped the dear nymph to my breast.