Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE FALSE ONE.
They told me thou hadst faithless grown—
That gowd had wiled thy love frae me;
But my fond heart was constant still,
An' thought that false ye could na be;
It thought that Truth and Constancy
Within thy bosom dwellers were—
My Love nae ill of thee could think:
And art thou then sae fause an' fair?
That gowd had wiled thy love frae me;
But my fond heart was constant still,
An' thought that false ye could na be;
It thought that Truth and Constancy
Within thy bosom dwellers were—
My Love nae ill of thee could think:
And art thou then sae fause an' fair?
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My weary feet ha'e wander'd far,
That I might gaze upon thy brow—
That I might sit wi' thee again
Where mountain-burnies onward row.
An' hath it come to this? But now
Ye pass'd me wi' a heedless air:
An' can it be that I ha'e lo'ed
A thing sae very fause an' fair?
That I might gaze upon thy brow—
That I might sit wi' thee again
Where mountain-burnies onward row.
An' hath it come to this? But now
Ye pass'd me wi' a heedless air:
An' can it be that I ha'e lo'ed
A thing sae very fause an' fair?
An' hast thou then forgot the time
When bairnies, we thegither ran
Upon the wild blae-berrie braes,
Where Summer's breath the birks did fan?—
Hast thou forgot the lilies wan,
Wi' which I aften deck'd your hair?—
An' how I watch'd your infant sleep?—
And art thou then sae fause an' fair?
When bairnies, we thegither ran
Upon the wild blae-berrie braes,
Where Summer's breath the birks did fan?—
Hast thou forgot the lilies wan,
Wi' which I aften deck'd your hair?—
An' how I watch'd your infant sleep?—
And art thou then sae fause an' fair?
Your plighted vows are broken a'—
The maiden-vows ye gave to me;
Ye ha'e forgot the hazel glen—
Ye ha'e forgot the trystin' tree—
Where, under Heaven's open e'e,
Ye listen'd to my young heart's prayer.
How could ye, lass, beguile me sae?
How could ye prove sae fause an' fair?
The maiden-vows ye gave to me;
Ye ha'e forgot the hazel glen—
Ye ha'e forgot the trystin' tree—
Where, under Heaven's open e'e,
Ye listen'd to my young heart's prayer.
How could ye, lass, beguile me sae?
How could ye prove sae fause an' fair?
I see thee cast thy sun-like smiles
O'er yon fond heart that doats on thine:—
May Joy aye dwell wi' him an' thee,
Though, lassie, thou hast broken mine.
Yet, ere thy love I a' resign—
The sight o' thee for evermair—
Wi' tearfu' e'e I speer if ane
Can live sae very fause an' fair?
O'er yon fond heart that doats on thine:—
May Joy aye dwell wi' him an' thee,
Though, lassie, thou hast broken mine.
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The sight o' thee for evermair—
Wi' tearfu' e'e I speer if ane
Can live sae very fause an' fair?
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