Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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TENTING SHEEP BY MUIR AND GLEN.
Tenting sheep by muir and glen,
Is a' my airt—I ken nae ither—
Save courting o' my bonnie Jean,
Amang the fragrant blooming heather.
Is a' my airt—I ken nae ither—
Save courting o' my bonnie Jean,
Amang the fragrant blooming heather.
O! the bonnie blooming heather,
O! the bonnie blooming heather;
Content is mair than kings can buy,
An' yet 'tis found amang the heather!
O! the bonnie blooming heather;
Content is mair than kings can buy,
An' yet 'tis found amang the heather!
Her hair is like the glints o' gowd,
The sun lets fa' in simmer weather;
Her face would shame the sweetest flower
That blaws amang the blooming heather.
The sun lets fa' in simmer weather;
Her face would shame the sweetest flower
That blaws amang the blooming heather.
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Her glancing een—sic ne'er were seen—
They've clean bewitched me a' thegither;
An' aye sae slee they blink on me,
Whene'er we meet amang the heather.
They've clean bewitched me a' thegither;
An' aye sae slee they blink on me,
Whene'er we meet amang the heather.
I sing o' her, frae rising sun,
Till e'enin' draw the cluds thegither,
An' then I dream the nicht awa',
Till she, wi' morn, come ower the heather.
Till e'enin' draw the cluds thegither,
An' then I dream the nicht awa',
Till she, wi' morn, come ower the heather.
I've neither gowd nor warld's gear,
Save owsen twa, left by my father;
An' yon wee cot, down by the burn,
That flings its reek outowre the heather.
Save owsen twa, left by my father;
An' yon wee cot, down by the burn,
That flings its reek outowre the heather.
But Jeanie's love is mair than gowd,
Her heart worth kingdoms tied thegither;
Gie me that heart—sae void o' art—
The heart I fand amang the heather.
Her heart worth kingdoms tied thegither;
Gie me that heart—sae void o' art—
The heart I fand amang the heather.
O! the bonnie blooming heather,
O! the bonnie blooming heather;
Content is mair than kings can buy,
An' yet 'tis found amang the heather!
O! the bonnie blooming heather;
Content is mair than kings can buy,
An' yet 'tis found amang the heather!
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