Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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KATE CARNEGIE.
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KATE CARNEGIE.
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My life is a burden—nae pleasure ha'e I;
I'm grainin', baith e'enin' an' mornin'.
'Cause why? I'm in love, and I darena e'en try,
For fear o' her floutin' an' scornin'.
She's a jewel of a kimmer—as straight as an ash;
But I fear I maun jump o'er a craigie;
For in spite o' my love, an' in spite o' my cash,
I'm nae favourite wi' Katie Carnegie!
I'm grainin', baith e'enin' an' mornin'.
'Cause why? I'm in love, and I darena e'en try,
For fear o' her floutin' an' scornin'.
She's a jewel of a kimmer—as straight as an ash;
But I fear I maun jump o'er a craigie;
For in spite o' my love, an' in spite o' my cash,
I'm nae favourite wi' Katie Carnegie!
Gudewife! bring a bicker, I'll slocken my drouth—
That ale was na spoilt i' the brewin'.
Heartbroken and wae in the hours o' my youth—
Love—true love—has been my undoin'!
And why should Kate care for a gomach like me?
I've glour'd aft her aft wi' a gleg e'e,
But though I'm in love—though I fear I maun die—
I ne'er spoke o't to Katie Carnegie.
That ale was na spoilt i' the brewin'.
Heartbroken and wae in the hours o' my youth—
Love—true love—has been my undoin'!
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I've glour'd aft her aft wi' a gleg e'e,
But though I'm in love—though I fear I maun die—
I ne'er spoke o't to Katie Carnegie.
Gi'es a waucht o' the ale—she's the queen o' the Strath—
And what is to hinder me tryin'?
The hard-hearted kimmer! she cou'dna well laugh
An' jeer at a man who is dyin'!
Just ae ither stoup!—what the deil makes me sad?
Gae, laddie, and saddle my naigie;
And if ony ane speer where I'm till on the yaud,
I'm awa' to court Katie Carnegie!
And what is to hinder me tryin'?
The hard-hearted kimmer! she cou'dna well laugh
An' jeer at a man who is dyin'!
Just ae ither stoup!—what the deil makes me sad?
Gae, laddie, and saddle my naigie;
And if ony ane speer where I'm till on the yaud,
I'm awa' to court Katie Carnegie!
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