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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Love's Like a Dizziness.
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Love's Like a Dizziness.
I lately lived in quiet case,
An' never wish'd to marry, O;
But when I saw my Peggy's face,
I felt a sad quandary, O.
Though wild as ony Athol deer,
She has trepanned me fairly, O:
Her cherry cheeks an' een sae clear
Torment me late an' early, O.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness!
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his business!
An' never wish'd to marry, O;
But when I saw my Peggy's face,
I felt a sad quandary, O.
Though wild as ony Athol deer,
She has trepanned me fairly, O:
Her cherry cheeks an' een sae clear
Torment me late an' early, O.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness!
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his business!
To tell my feats this single week
Wad mak a daft-like diary, O;
I drave my cart out-o'er a dike,
My horses in a miry, O.
I wear my stockings white an' blue,
My love's sae fierce an' fiery, O;
I drill the land that I should plough,
An' plough the drills entirely, O.
O, love, love, love! &c.
Wad mak a daft-like diary, O;
I drave my cart out-o'er a dike,
My horses in a miry, O.
I wear my stockings white an' blue,
My love's sae fierce an' fiery, O;
I drill the land that I should plough,
An' plough the drills entirely, O.
O, love, love, love! &c.
Ae morning, by the dawn o' day,
I raise to theek the stable, O;
I cuist my coat, an' plied away
As fast as I was able, O:
I wrought that morning out an' out,
As I'd been redding fire, O;
When I had done an' look'd about,
Gude faith, it was the byre, O!
O, love, love, love! &c.
I raise to theek the stable, O;
I cuist my coat, an' plied away
As fast as I was able, O:
I wrought that morning out an' out,
As I'd been redding fire, O;
When I had done an' look'd about,
Gude faith, it was the byre, O!
O, love, love, love! &c.
Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget;
The dear, the lovely blinkin o't,
Has pierced me through an' through the heart,
An' plagues me wi' the prinkling o't.
I tried to sing, I tried to pray,
I tried to drown't wi' drinkin' o't;
I tried wi' sport to drive't away,
But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.
O, love, love, love! &c.
The dear, the lovely blinkin o't,
Has pierced me through an' through the heart,
An' plagues me wi' the prinkling o't.
I tried to sing, I tried to pray,
I tried to drown't wi' drinkin' o't;
I tried wi' sport to drive't away,
But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.
O, love, love, love! &c.
Were Peggie's love to hire the job,
An' save my heart frae breaking, O,
I'd put a girdle round the globe,
Or dive in Corryvrekin, O;
Or howk a grave at midnight dark
In yonder vault sae eerie, O;
Or gang an' spier for Mungo Park
Through Africa sae dreary, O.
O, love, love, love! &c.
An' save my heart frae breaking, O,
I'd put a girdle round the globe,
Or dive in Corryvrekin, O;
Or howk a grave at midnight dark
In yonder vault sae eerie, O;
Or gang an' spier for Mungo Park
Through Africa sae dreary, O.
O, love, love, love! &c.
Nae man can tell what pains I prove,
Or how severe my pliskie, O;
I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love,
Than ever I was wi' whisky, O.
For love has raked me fore an' aft,
I scarce can lift a leggie, O:
I first grew dizzy, then gaed daft,
An' soon I'll dee for Peggy, O.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness!
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his business!
Or how severe my pliskie, O;
I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love,
Than ever I was wi' whisky, O.
For love has raked me fore an' aft,
I scarce can lift a leggie, O:
I first grew dizzy, then gaed daft,
An' soon I'll dee for Peggy, O.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness!
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his business!
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