Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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MY MINNIE MAUNA KEN. |
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MY MINNIE MAUNA KEN.
Come sleely up the burnie's side
When starnies ope their een;
An' quietly through the winnock keek,
But say to nane, Gude-e'en!
An' creep alang ahint the dyke,
Where nane can hear or see;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
When starnies ope their een;
An' quietly through the winnock keek,
But say to nane, Gude-e'en!
An' creep alang ahint the dyke,
Where nane can hear or see;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
Ye'll wait nae lang till out I slip;
Syne gi'e a hoast or twa,
An' soon I'll sittin' be wi' you
Ahint the kailyard-wa'!
But there ye mauna keep me lang,
Wi' fleechin' words sae slee;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
Syne gi'e a hoast or twa,
An' soon I'll sittin' be wi' you
Ahint the kailyard-wa'!
But there ye mauna keep me lang,
Wi' fleechin' words sae slee;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
At kirk or market when we meet,
If I should pass ye by,
An' seem to think ye far ower laigh
To catch a maiden's eye:
Ne'er gloom at me, as ance ye did,
Nor think I lightly thee;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
If I should pass ye by,
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To catch a maiden's eye:
Ne'er gloom at me, as ance ye did,
Nor think I lightly thee;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
My minnie brags o' a' her lands,
Her mailins, and her gear:
My brithers o' their sister fair
Are boastin' late an' air;
And kent they who that sister loved,
Their hate would follow thee;
And sae my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
Her mailins, and her gear:
My brithers o' their sister fair
Are boastin' late an' air;
And kent they who that sister loved,
Their hate would follow thee;
And sae my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
It may be good to live in wealth—
To walk in claithing braw;
But O! a leal young heart's first love
Is better than it a':
Than a', ae glint o' love frae thee
Is dearer to my e'e;
But O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
To walk in claithing braw;
But O! a leal young heart's first love
Is better than it a':
Than a', ae glint o' love frae thee
Is dearer to my e'e;
But O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
The time is comin' round about
When I will care for nane;
But take the laddie whom I love—
I never loved but ane.
A year or two will soon gang by,
An' syne I'll follow thee,
Although my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me.
When I will care for nane;
But take the laddie whom I love—
I never loved but ane.
A year or two will soon gang by,
An' syne I'll follow thee,
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That ye come courtin' me.
Come sleely up the burnie's side
When starnies ope their een,
An' quietly through the winnock keek,
But say to nane, Gude e'en!
An' creep alang ahint the dyke,
Where nane can hear or see;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
When starnies ope their een,
An' quietly through the winnock keek,
But say to nane, Gude e'en!
An' creep alang ahint the dyke,
Where nane can hear or see;
For O! my minnie mauna ken
That ye come courtin' me!
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