CCL.

ON CHLORIS BEING ILL.

Tune--"_Ay wakin', O._"

[An old and once popular lyric suggested this brief and happy song for Thomson: some of the verses deserve to be held in remembrance.

Ay waking, oh, Waking ay and weary; Sleep I canna get For thinking o' my dearie.]

Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow.

Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish? While my darling fair Is on the couch of anguish?

Every hope is fled, Every fear is terror; Slumber even I dread, Every dream is horror.