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First when Maggy was my care,
Heaven, I thought, was in her air;
Now we're married—spier nae mair—
Whistle o'er the lave o't.—

Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child—
Wiser men than me 's beguil'd;
Whistle o'er the lave o't.—

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love and how we gree;
I carena by how few may see,
Whistle o'er the lave o't.—

Wha I wish were maggots' meat,
Dish'd up in her winding-sheet;
I could write—but Meg maun see 't—
Whistle o'er the lave o't.—

O that I were where Helen lies,
Night and day on me she cries;
O that I were where Helen lies
In fair Kirkconnel lee.—
O Helen fair beyond compare,
A ringlet of thy flowing hair,
I'll wear it still for ever mair
Untill the day I die.—

Curs'd be the hand that shot the shot,
And curs'd the gun that gave the crack!
Into my arms bird Helen lap,
And died for sake o' me!
O think na ye but my heart was sair;
My Love fell down and spake nae mair;
There did she swoon wi' meikle care
On fair Kirkconnel lee.—

In a barren land I wander,
And no tree, nor house I spy;
Lead me to a Rock for refuge,
Rock that higher is than I.

Fierce the sun has beat upon me
From a burning, cloudless sky;
Friendly shadow now I long for,
Rock that higher is than I.

Strange and wild the scenes around me,
And no help from man is nigh;
But a shelter Thou canst show me,
Rock that higher is than I.

Treacherous guides have me forsaken,
Many paths deceive my eye;
Thou alone canst guide, and show me

Tis done the world has vanished Christ remains
The only sure the only lasting trust
Look see its smouldering fire the iron chains
Are broke that bound my spirit to the dust
A life of love henceforth my sole employ
The Father's love in him so freely shown
Come hasten on and share with me the joy
That only from the cross by blood has flown
The joy I share to all is freely given
Who live the life he led on earth before
Come and e'en here thou hast the bliss of heaven
The robe put on the wedding robe he wore

Though this body, I know,
is a thing of no substance,
must it fade, alas,
so swiftly,
like a soundless fart?

Mount Yoshino—
looking at pines awhile
to rest your eyes

Old man of fifty-eight finally has an heir—
quietly I ponder, a cause for joy, also a cause for sighs.
One pearl, so tiny it shames the oyster parent;
nine sons are many, but I'd never envy the crow.
Formed late in autumn moonlight, this fruit of the red cinnamon,
newly nursed by spring breezes, this bud of purple orchid—
I lift a cup in prayer and rejoicing, only this to say:
Take care, don't be stubborn and witless like your father!

Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder:
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

O who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now

Are you going to the War,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Are you going to the War,
Billy Boy?
Yes, I'm going to the War,
And I should have gone before;
But I hesitate no more—
Billy Boy.

Are you sailing on the sea,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Are you sailing on the sea,
Billy Boy?
Yes, I'm sailing on the sea,
And I'm sick as I can be;
But that's all that's wrong with me—
Billy Boy.

Are you landed with the girls,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Are you landed with the girls,
Billy Boy?