Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE MAID I DAURNA NAME. |
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THE MAID I DAURNA NAME.
I wish I were a hinny-bee,
That I awa' might sing,—
Upo' the buds o' a bonnie bower,
When the e'enin' fa's, to hing,
And be bless'd wi' ae look o' a bonnie face
Like the sun-glint on the fell—
The face o' ane—a precious ane—
Whase name I daurna tell!
That I awa' might sing,—
Upo' the buds o' a bonnie bower,
When the e'enin' fa's, to hing,
And be bless'd wi' ae look o' a bonnie face
Like the sun-glint on the fell—
The face o' ane—a precious ane—
Whase name I daurna tell!
I wish I were a breathin' wind,
That I might pree her mou',
An' wander blessed by her side,
The woods an' valleys through;
An' clasp her waist sae jimpy sma',
Where grows the muirland bell;
An' pass ae hour o' love wi' her
Whase name I daurna tell.
That I might pree her mou',
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The woods an' valleys through;
An' clasp her waist sae jimpy sma',
Where grows the muirland bell;
An' pass ae hour o' love wi' her
Whase name I daurna tell.
The laverock loves the simmer lift—
The corncraik clover green—
An' the mither loves her bairnie's face,
Where its father's smile is seen;
The lintie loves the hawthorn hedge—
The blackbird lo'es the dell—
But mair than a' I lo'e the maid
Whase name I daurna tell.
The corncraik clover green—
An' the mither loves her bairnie's face,
Where its father's smile is seen;
The lintie loves the hawthorn hedge—
The blackbird lo'es the dell—
But mair than a' I lo'e the maid
Whase name I daurna tell.
The misty mornin' often brings
A sunny afternoon;
An' March, wi' hands sae sleety cauld,
Leads gladsome May an' June:
An' maybe yet, or a' be done,
I'll happy be mysel',
When she is mine—the precious ane—
Whase name I daurna tell.
A sunny afternoon;
An' March, wi' hands sae sleety cauld,
Leads gladsome May an' June:
An' maybe yet, or a' be done,
I'll happy be mysel',
When she is mine—the precious ane—
Whase name I daurna tell.
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