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The Hay-makers.
“My lassie, how I'm charm'd wi' you
'Tis needless now to tell;
But a' the flowers the meadow through,
Ye're sweetest aye yoursel':
I canna sleep a wink by night,
Nor think a thought by day;
Your image smiles afore my sight
Whate'er I do or say.”
'Tis needless now to tell;
But a' the flowers the meadow through,
Ye're sweetest aye yoursel':
I canna sleep a wink by night,
Nor think a thought by day;
Your image smiles afore my sight
Whate'er I do or say.”
“Fye, Jamie! dinna act the part
Ye'll ever blush to own;
Or try to wile my youthfu' heart
Frae reason's sober throne:
Sic visions I can ne'er approve,
Nor ony wakin' dream;
Than trust sic fiery furious love,
I'd rather hae esteem.”
Ye'll ever blush to own;
Or try to wile my youthfu' heart
Frae reason's sober throne:
Sic visions I can ne'er approve,
Nor ony wakin' dream;
Than trust sic fiery furious love,
I'd rather hae esteem.”
“My bonny lassie, come away,
I canna bide your frown;
Wi' ilka flower sae fresh an' gay,
I'll deck your bosom round;
I'll pu' the gowan off the glen,
The lily off the lea;
The rose and hawthorn bud I'll twine
To make a bob for thee.”
I canna bide your frown;
Wi' ilka flower sae fresh an' gay,
I'll deck your bosom round;
I'll pu' the gowan off the glen,
The lily off the lea;
The rose and hawthorn bud I'll twine
To make a bob for thee.”
“Aye, Jamie, ye wad steal my heart,
An' a' my peace frae me;
An' fix my feet within the net,
Ere I my error see.
I trow ye'll wale the flowery race
My bosom to adorn:
An' ye confess ye're gaun to place
Within my breast a thorn.”
An' a' my peace frae me;
An' fix my feet within the net,
Ere I my error see.
I trow ye'll wale the flowery race
My bosom to adorn:
An' ye confess ye're gaun to place
Within my breast a thorn.”
“How can my lassie be sae tart,
An' vex me a' the day?
Ye ken I lo'e wi' a' my heart,
What wad ye hae me say?
Ilk anxious wish an' little care
I'll in thy breast confide,
An' a' your joys and sorrows share
If ye'll become my bride.”
An' vex me a' the day?
Ye ken I lo'e wi' a' my heart,
What wad ye hae me say?
Ilk anxious wish an' little care
I'll in thy breast confide,
An' a' your joys and sorrows share
If ye'll become my bride.”
“Then tak my hand, ye hae my heart;
There's nane I like sae weel;
An' Heaven grant I act my part
To ane sae true an' leal.
This bonnie day amang the hay,
I'll mind till death us twine;
An' often bless the happy day
That made my laddie mine.”
There's nane I like sae weel;
An' Heaven grant I act my part
To ane sae true an' leal.
This bonnie day amang the hay,
I'll mind till death us twine;
An' often bless the happy day
That made my laddie mine.”
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