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Poems and Songs

By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces

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O! LASSIE, DEAR LASSIE, 'TIS HARD, I DECLARE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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O! LASSIE, DEAR LASSIE, 'TIS HARD, I DECLARE.

O! lassie, dear lassie, 'tis hard, I declare,
To look on your charms as if nae charms were there,
But ye'll no hear o' beauty, though I'm in despair,
Nor yet will ye let me lo'e ye.
Your looks are sae modest that ilka blink says,
“Ye neither maun flatter, ye neither maun praise,
“Nor yet maun ye on me sae wistfully gaze,
“Far less maun ye think to lo'e me.”
O! lassie, ye needna sae scornfu' aye be,
'Tis little I want, be it little ye gie—
A smile o' your face, an' a blink o' your e'e,
As meikle's to let me lo'e ye.

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O! laddie, now cease wi' your arts an' your wiles,
Your talk o' my charms, and your talk o' my smiles,
The tongue that is saftest aye soonest beguiles,
I never can let ye lo'e me!
O! lassie, the laverock that sings to the sky,
Wi' saft notes o' gladness an' bosom of joy,
May gaze on that heaven to which he is nigh,
O! then, let me look to lo'e ye.
O! laddie, the laverock that carols his lay
At portals o' heaven, steals naething away,
But my puir fluttering heart ye've stown it for aye,
O! then, I maun let ye lo'e me!