The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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My Blythe and Bonnie Lassie.
How sair my heart nae man shall ken
When I took leave o' yonder glen,
Her faithful dames, her honest men,
Her streams sae pure an' glassy, O:
Her woods that skirt the verdant vale,
Her balmy breeze sae brisk an' hale,
Her flower of every flower the wale,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O!
When I took leave o' yonder glen,
Her faithful dames, her honest men,
Her streams sae pure an' glassy, O:
Her woods that skirt the verdant vale,
Her balmy breeze sae brisk an' hale,
Her flower of every flower the wale,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O!
The night was short, the day was lang,
An' aye we sat the birks amang,
Till o'er my head the blackbird sang,
“Gae part wi' that dear lassie, O.”
When on Lamgaro's top sae green
The rising sun-beam red was seen,
Wi' aching heart I left my Jean,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O.
An' aye we sat the birks amang,
Till o'er my head the blackbird sang,
“Gae part wi' that dear lassie, O.”
When on Lamgaro's top sae green
The rising sun-beam red was seen,
Wi' aching heart I left my Jean,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O.
Her form is gracefu' as the pine;
Her smile the sunshine after rain;
Her nature cheerfu', frank, an' kind,
An' neither proud nor saucy, O.
The ripest cherry on the tree
Was ne'er sae pure or meek to see,
Nor half sae sweet its juice to me,
As a kiss o' my dear lassie, O.
Her smile the sunshine after rain;
Her nature cheerfu', frank, an' kind,
An' neither proud nor saucy, O.
The ripest cherry on the tree
Was ne'er sae pure or meek to see,
Nor half sae sweet its juice to me,
As a kiss o' my dear lassie, O.
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Yon glen shall aye be dear to me;
Her banks an' howms sae fair to see;
Her braes sae green an' grassy, O:
For there my hopes are centred a';
An' there my heart was stown awa;
An' there my Jeanie first I saw,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O!
Yon glen shall aye be dear to me;
Her banks an' howms sae fair to see;
Her braes sae green an' grassy, O:
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An' there my heart was stown awa;
An' there my Jeanie first I saw,
My blythe an' bonnie lassie, O!
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