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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The Bogles.
My bonnie Eliza is fled frae the town,
An' left her poor Jamie her loss to bemoan;
To me 'tis a sad and lamentable day;
For the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
The Lowlands may weep, and the Highlands may smile,
In welcome to her that's the flower of our isle:
It's all for thy honour, ambitious Tay,
That the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
An' left her poor Jamie her loss to bemoan;
To me 'tis a sad and lamentable day;
For the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
The Lowlands may weep, and the Highlands may smile,
In welcome to her that's the flower of our isle:
It's all for thy honour, ambitious Tay,
That the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
There's ae bitter thought has gi'en me muckle pain,
I fear I will never behold her again;
I canna get quit o't, by night nor by day,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
Oh, sweet may the breeze be her mountains between!
And sweet be her walks through her woodlands so green!
And sweet be the murmurs of fair winding Tay,
Since the bogles have chased my Eliza away!
I fear I will never behold her again;
I canna get quit o't, by night nor by day,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
Oh, sweet may the breeze be her mountains between!
And sweet be her walks through her woodlands so green!
And sweet be the murmurs of fair winding Tay,
Since the bogles have chased my Eliza away!
I love her; I own it; I'll own it again;
If I had two friends on the earth, she was ane;
And now I can neither be cheerfu' nor gay,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
May Heaven in kindness long shelter my flower,
So admir'd by the rich, and belov'd by the poor!
Whose blessing will cheer her sweet bosom for aye,
Nor fairy nor bogle will chase it away.
If I had two friends on the earth, she was ane;
And now I can neither be cheerfu' nor gay,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
May Heaven in kindness long shelter my flower,
So admir'd by the rich, and belov'd by the poor!
Whose blessing will cheer her sweet bosom for aye,
Nor fairy nor bogle will chase it away.
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