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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O, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again,
Meet me again i' the gloaming, my dearie;
Low down in the dell let us meet again—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Come, when the wee bat flits silent and eiry,
Come, when the pale face o' Nature looks weary;
Love be thy sure defence,
Beauty and innocence—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Meet me again i' the gloaming, my dearie;
Low down in the dell let us meet again—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Come, when the wee bat flits silent and eiry,
Come, when the pale face o' Nature looks weary;
Love be thy sure defence,
Beauty and innocence—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Sweetly blows the haw an' the rowan-tree,
Wild roses speck our thicket sae briery;
Still, still will our walk in the greenwood be—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
List when the blackbird o' singing grows weary,
List when the beetle-bee's bugle comes near ye,
Then come with fairy haste,
Light foot, an' beating breast—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Wild roses speck our thicket sae briery;
Still, still will our walk in the greenwood be—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
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List when the beetle-bee's bugle comes near ye,
Then come with fairy haste,
Light foot, an' beating breast—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Far, far will the bogle an' brownie be,
Beauty an' truth they darena come near it;
Kind love is the tie of our unity,
A' maun love it, an' a' maun revere it.
'Tis love makes the sang o' the woodland sae cheery,
Love gars a' nature look bonnie that's near ye;
That makes the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip and violet—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
Beauty an' truth they darena come near it;
Kind love is the tie of our unity,
A' maun love it, an' a' maun revere it.
'Tis love makes the sang o' the woodland sae cheery,
Love gars a' nature look bonnie that's near ye;
That makes the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip and violet—
Oh, Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye!
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