Page:Haughs of Crumdel, a memorable battle fought by the great Montrose and the clans against Oliver Cromwell.pdf/5

 ( 5 ) I'D THINK ON THEE MY LOVE. IN clouds when storms obicure the sky, And that lets roll, and lightning fly, In midſt of all of dire alarm, I think, my ally, on the chamns, The troubled main, the wind and raim, My ardelt paſſion prove; Laſh'd to the helma, ſhould tea s'o'er wiem, I'd think on thee, my love, I'd think or thee, my love, I'd think on thee, my love: Laſh'd to the helm, ſhould ſeas o'crwhelor, I'd think on thee, may love Then rocks appear on'every ſide, nd art is vain the ſhip to guide, varied ſhapes when death appears, he thoughts of thee my boſom cheers, The troubled me, the wind and rain, My ardent paſſion prove, Laſh'd to the helm, ſhould faca o'erwhelm, I'd dink on thee, y love, &c. I fou'd the gracious Powers be kind, Tpcl the gloom and fill the wind, waft me to thy arms once more, Sto my long lot native ſhore; To more the main, I'd tempt again, But tender joys improve then with thee, flou'd happy be, And think on neught but love, &c.