Willie Winkie and Other Songs and Poems By William Miller: Edited, with an Introduction by Robert Ford |
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[O where, and O where, has my bonnie lassie gone?]
O where, and O where, has my bonnie lassie gone?
The lark is raining music frae aff his aery throne,
O'er holm and haugh, where wandering, your ain dear lassie's gone—
She's gane to pu' the flow'ries that lo'e the shady dell,
And 'boon them a' their queen shall be, our bonnie Scotch blue-bell.
The lark is raining music frae aff his aery throne,
O'er holm and haugh, where wandering, your ain dear lassie's gone—
She's gane to pu' the flow'ries that lo'e the shady dell,
And 'boon them a' their queen shall be, our bonnie Scotch blue-bell.
O where, and O where, has my bonnie lassie gone?
Gae seek her in the woodlands, where wandering alone,
She sings “Where and O where has my Highland laddie gone,”
Gae bid the tide to wait awee, a lassie no to tell,
Her love when ne'er a ane is near, when pu'in' the blue-bell.
Gae seek her in the woodlands, where wandering alone,
She sings “Where and O where has my Highland laddie gone,”
Gae bid the tide to wait awee, a lassie no to tell,
Her love when ne'er a ane is near, when pu'in' the blue-bell.
O where, and O where, should my ain dear lassie stray,
But 'mang the scented blossoms, though sweeter far than they?
She walks the wild wood like a song upon a broomy brae!—
O if I could but win her, her artless love to tell,
To me the fairest flower would be the bonnie Scotch bluebell.
But 'mang the scented blossoms, though sweeter far than they?
She walks the wild wood like a song upon a broomy brae!—
O if I could but win her, her artless love to tell,
To me the fairest flower would be the bonnie Scotch bluebell.
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