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Found in 1806.abc from the John Chambers music book abc collection
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CAPTAIN O'KAINE 1806 Row saft ly, thou stream, thro' the wild spang led val ley, O 8 6 green by thy banks, e ver bon ny and fair! Sing sweet ly, ye birds, as ye wan ton fu' gai ly, Yet stran gers to sor row, and stran gers to care. The wea ry day lang I list to your sang, And waste il ka mo ment, sad, cheer less, a lane: Each sweet lit tle trea sure o' heart cheer ing plea sure, Far fled frae my bo som wi' Cap tain O' Kaine. 2. Fu' aft on thy banks hae we pu'd the wild gowan, And twisted a ringlet beneath the hawthorn: Ah! then each fond moment wi' pleasure was glowin; Sweet days o' delight, which can never return! Now ever, waes me! the tear fills mine ee, And sair is my heart wi' the rigour o' pain Nae prospect returning to gladden life's morning, For green waves the willow o'er Captain O'Kaine. the CHEVALIER'S LAMENT to the same air 1. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves re-turning, The murmuring streamlet runs clear through the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale. But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair. When the ling'ring moments are number'd by care? No birds sweetly singing, nor flow'rs gaily springing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. 2. The deed that I dar'd, could it merit their malice? A king and a father to place on his throne. His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys, Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none. But 'tis not my suff'rings, thus wretched, forlorn, My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I mourn; Your faith prov'd so loyal in hot bloody trial, Alas! can I make it no better return? www.abcnotation.com/tunes

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