To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
O, Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys, at the expected warning, To joy and play.
Life is but a day at most.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses O