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New Zealand Minstrelsy

Donald’s Return

page xix“New Zealand Minstrelsy”: Appendix, page xix.

Donald’s Return.

Far over yon mountain, and down by a fountain,
Whose dark winding waters roll down to the sea,
There sat a young lady row’d up in her plaidie,—
’Twasbonny young Mary the flower of the lea.
She lean’d ’neath a willow; the soft fog her pillow;
With heart fill’d with sorrow, the tear in her e’e,
While watching the motion of the restless ocean,
For Donald her true love was far on the sea.

The skies widely darken’d, but Mary still hearken’d,
To hear what she could through the roar of the main,—
And still sorely weeping, as watch she was keeping,
Oft sighing, “I’ll ne’er see my Donald again!”
The waves high were lashing, ’gainst rocks loudly dashing,
While much she his abscence in sighs would deplore,—
“Oh, is he returning!”—she cried sadly mourning,—
“Or will he be lost ’mid the storm’s angry roar.”

“Ah! surely he’s wrecked,”—but soon she is checked,
By spying a boatie much tossed on the sea:
“Oh! is it his spirit? and well he does merit
My love in return for his true love to me.”
The time soon elapsed, young Mary was clasped
Fast into the arms of her lover again:—
“Oh! is this my dearie? Oh! speak! why so eerie?
For I am thy Donald now come from the main.”

“When waves big were swelling, ’twas sadly repelling,
When conscience did speak, and the tempest did roar;
To think, when we parted, ye seemed broken hearted,
And often I feared I would ne’er make the shore.”—
page xx“New Zealand Minstrelsy”: Appendix, page xx. “Oh! Donald, ye cheer me; thank Heav’n now ye’re near me;
I long thought ye’d been by some danger o’ercome:”—
“Oh! now never fear thee, my ain dearest deary;
Awa’frae thee, Mary, nae mair I shall roam.”