THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 7

O Nelly! no longer thy Sandy now mourns, Let music and pleasure Abound without measure, Let music and pleasure, &c. O'er hillocks, or mountains, or low in the burn, Or, thro' the wood, lassie, until thou return. Thro' the wood, lassie, thro' the wood, lassie, Thro' the wood, thro' the wood, Thro' the wood, lassie; O'er hillocks, or mountains, &c.

Since I have been absent from thee, my dear Nell, No content, no delight, Have I known day or night; The murmuring stream, and the hill's echo tell, How thro' the wood, lassie, I breath'd my sad knell, Thro' the wood, &c.

And now to all sorrow I'll bid full adieu, And, with joy, like a dove, I'll return to my love: The maxim of loving, in truth let us know, Then thro' the wood, lassie, we'll bonnily go, Thro' the wood, &c.

Come lads, and come lassies, be blithsome and gay, Let your hearts merry be, And both full of glee: The highlands shall ring with the joy of the day, When thro' the wood, happy, we'll dance, sing and play. Thro'the wood, &c.