The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir Edited by Thomas Aird: With A Memoir of the Author |
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HEIGH-HO!
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A pretty young maiden sat on the grass,Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho!
And by a blithe young shepherd did pass,
In the summer morning so early.
Said he, “My lass, will you go with me,
My cot to keep, and my bride to be;
Sorrow and want shall never touch thee,
And I will love you rarely?”
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“O! no, no, no!” the maiden said,Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho!
And bashfully turn'd aside her head,
On that summer morning so early!
“My mother is old, my mother is frail,
Our cottage it lies in yon green dale;
I dare not list to any such tale,
For I love my kind mother rarely.”
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The shepherd took her lily-white hand,Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho!
And on her beauty did gazing stand,
On that summer morning so early.
“Thy mother I ask thee not to leave,
Alone in her frail old age to grieve;
But my home can hold us all, believe—
Will that not please thee fairly?”
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“O! no, no, no! I am all too young,Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho!
I dare not list to a young man's tongue,
On a summer morning so early.”
But the shepherd to gain her heart was bent;
Oft she strove to go, but she never went;
And at length she fondly blush'd consent—
Heaven blesses true lovers so fairly.
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