Sir Marmaduke Maxwell, A Dramatic Poem The Maid of Galloway; The Legend of Richard Faulder; and Twenty Scottish Songs: By Allan Cunningham |
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 | Sir Marmaduke Maxwell, A Dramatic Poem |  |
I'LL GANG NAE MAIR TO YON TOWN.
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I'll gang nae mair to yon town,Betide me joy, betide me pain;
I've tint my heart in yon town,
And dare na gang the gate again.
The sun shall cease to thowe the snaw,
The corn to shoot wi' simmer rain,
When I gang back to yon town,
And see the gate my heart has gane.
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Yestreen I went to yon town,Wi' heart in pleasure panting free,
As stag won from the hunter's snare,
Or birdie building on the tree;
But ae half-hour tint all my peace,
And lair'd my soul in dool and pain,
And weary fa' the witchcraft wit
That winna let it free again.
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Had I but been by fortune's handIn the silk lap of grandeur thrown,
And she had trimm'd the humblest home
That ever rose in Caledon;
I'd clad her in a starry robe,
And claspt her to my bosom fain;
And blest the happy hour I went
To see the mirthsome town again.
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She's fairer than a summer morn,And purer than the spotless sky;
Far is the journey to her heart,
She measures in her haughty eye.
But she is sweeter than the rose
New bathed amang the balmy rain—
And I maun gang to yon town,
And see the lovesome maid again.
| Sir Marmaduke Maxwell, A Dramatic Poem | |