The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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The Lassie of Yarrow.
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The Lassie of Yarrow.
“What makes my heart beat high,
What makes me heave the sigh,
When yon green den I spy,
Lonely and narrow?
Sure on your braken lea
Under the hawthorn tree,
Thou hast bewitched me,
Lassie of Yarrow!”
What makes me heave the sigh,
When yon green den I spy,
Lonely and narrow?
Sure on your braken lea
Under the hawthorn tree,
Thou hast bewitched me,
Lassie of Yarrow!”
“Yon braken den so lone,
Rueful I ponder on;
Lad, though my vow ye won,
'Twas to deceive thee.
Sore, sore I rue the day
When in your arms I lay,
And swore by the hawthorn gray,
Never to leave thee.”
Rueful I ponder on;
Lad, though my vow ye won,
'Twas to deceive thee.
Sore, sore I rue the day
When in your arms I lay,
And swore by the hawthorn gray,
Never to leave thee.”
“Mary, thy will is free;
All my fond vows to thee
Were but in jest and glee;
Could'st thou believe me?
I have another love
Kind as the woodland dove;
False to that maid to prove,
Oh, it would grieve me!”
All my fond vows to thee
Were but in jest and glee;
Could'st thou believe me?
I have another love
Kind as the woodland dove;
False to that maid to prove,
Oh, it would grieve me!”
Mary's full eye so blue,
Mild as the evening dew,
Quick from his glance withdrew,
Soft was her sighing;
Keen he the jest renewed,
Hard for his freedom sued—
When her sweet face he viewed,
Mary was crying.
Mild as the evening dew,
Quick from his glance withdrew,
Soft was her sighing;
Keen he the jest renewed,
Hard for his freedom sued—
When her sweet face he viewed,
Mary was crying.
“Cheer thee,” the lover said,
“Now thy sharp scorn repaid,
Never shall other maid
Call me her marrow.
Far sweeter than sun or sea,
Or aught in this world I see,
Is thy love-smile to me,
Lassie of Yarrow!”
“Now thy sharp scorn repaid,
Never shall other maid
Call me her marrow.
Far sweeter than sun or sea,
Or aught in this world I see,
Is thy love-smile to me,
Lassie of Yarrow!”
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