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] |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
|
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
|
|
| 1. |
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
|
|
|
|
Gang to the Brakens wi' me.
|
 | The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd |  |
Gang to the Brakens wi' me.
I'll sing of yon glen of red heather,
An' a dear thing that ca's it her hame,
Wha's a' made o' love-life thegither,
Frae the tie o' the shoe to the kaime.
Love beckons in every sweet motion,
Commanding due homage to gie;
But the shrine o' my dearest devotion
Is the bend o' her bonnie e'e-bree.
An' a dear thing that ca's it her hame,
Wha's a' made o' love-life thegither,
Frae the tie o' the shoe to the kaime.
Love beckons in every sweet motion,
Commanding due homage to gie;
But the shrine o' my dearest devotion
Is the bend o' her bonnie e'e-bree.
I fleech'd an' I pray'd the dear lassie
To gang to the brakens wi' me;
But, though neither lordly nor saucy,
Her answer was—“Laith wad I be!
I neither hae father nor mither
Sage counsel or caution to gie;
An' prudence has whisper'd me never
To gang to the brakens wi' thee.”
To gang to the brakens wi' me;
But, though neither lordly nor saucy,
Her answer was—“Laith wad I be!
I neither hae father nor mither
Sage counsel or caution to gie;
An' prudence has whisper'd me never
To gang to the brakens wi' thee.”
Dear lassie, how can ye upbraid me,
An' try your ain love to beguile?
For ye are the richest young lady
That ever gaed o'er the kirk-stile.
Your smile, that is blither than ony,
The bend o' your cheerfu' e'e-bree,
An' the sweet blinks o' love there sae bonnie,
Are five hunder thousand to me!
An' try your ain love to beguile?
For ye are the richest young lady
That ever gaed o'er the kirk-stile.
Your smile, that is blither than ony,
The bend o' your cheerfu' e'e-bree,
An' the sweet blinks o' love there sae bonnie,
Are five hunder thousand to me!
She turn'd her around, an' said, smiling,
While the tear in her blue eye shone clear,
“You're welcome, kind sir, to your mailing,
For, oh, you hae valued it dear:
Gae make out the lease, do not linger,
Let the parson indorse the decree;
An' then, for a wave o' your finger,
I'll gang to the brakens wi' thee!”
While the tear in her blue eye shone clear,
“You're welcome, kind sir, to your mailing,
For, oh, you hae valued it dear:
Gae make out the lease, do not linger,
Let the parson indorse the decree;
An' then, for a wave o' your finger,
I'll gang to the brakens wi' thee!”
There's joy in the bright blooming feature,
When love lurks in every young line;
There's joy in the beauties of nature,
There's joy in the dance and the wine:
But there's a delight will ne'er perish,
'Mang pleasures all fleeting an' vain,
And that is to love and to cherish
The fond little heart that's our ain!
When love lurks in every young line;
There's joy in the beauties of nature,
There's joy in the dance and the wine:
But there's a delight will ne'er perish,
'Mang pleasures all fleeting an' vain,
And that is to love and to cherish
The fond little heart that's our ain!
| The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd | |