Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations |
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THE AYRSHIRE LASSIE.
Some brag o' this, some brag o' that,
Some brag o' what they never saw;
But I will brag o' what I've seen,
For Ayrshire it dings ye a'.
Gang ye by land, or by the sea,
Ye'll heaps o' bonny places see,
An' mair than weel can counted be,
For Ayrshire it dings them a'.
Some brag o' what they never saw;
But I will brag o' what I've seen,
For Ayrshire it dings ye a'.
Gang ye by land, or by the sea,
Ye'll heaps o' bonny places see,
An' mair than weel can counted be,
For Ayrshire it dings them a'.
Oh, there is mony a bonnie bower
Frae Ardrossan to Arngower,
And mony mair than I can tell,
Where the Clyde's fair waters swell!
Gang ye by Irvine or by Troon,
Or by the bonnie banks o' Doon,
By Fairlie, Largs, or sweet Dunoon,
Oh! Ayrshire it dings them a'.
Frae Ardrossan to Arngower,
And mony mair than I can tell,
Where the Clyde's fair waters swell!
Gang ye by Irvine or by Troon,
Or by the bonnie banks o' Doon,
By Fairlie, Largs, or sweet Dunoon,
Oh! Ayrshire it dings them a'.
Amang Kelburn's woody braes
Mony wild flowers sweetly blaw,
An' there the windin' burnie strays,
Till owre the lin it tumblin' fa.'
Oh! when the settin sunbeams glance
O'er the waters' wide expanse—
Where Arran hills sae grandly rise,
An' hide their heads in Scotland's skies.
Mony wild flowers sweetly blaw,
An' there the windin' burnie strays,
Till owre the lin it tumblin' fa.'
Oh! when the settin sunbeams glance
O'er the waters' wide expanse—
Where Arran hills sae grandly rise,
An' hide their heads in Scotland's skies.
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On Ayrshire laddie's manly brou,
How gracefu' is the bannet blue;
How weel our lasses set the plaid,
That is in Kilmarnock made!
Our weaver lads have lang been fam'd,
Our farmers they are a' weel kenn'd;
Their butter, cheese, and Ayrshire coo,
Ilk worthy ony ither two!
How gracefu' is the bannet blue;
How weel our lasses set the plaid,
That is in Kilmarnock made!
Our weaver lads have lang been fam'd,
Our farmers they are a' weel kenn'd;
Their butter, cheese, and Ayrshire coo,
Ilk worthy ony ither two!
Our lairds are clever ane an' a',
(Tho' some may think their sense is sma',)
Our lords and leddies I'll just say,
Their like ye'll no see ilka day—
But there is ane in yon green shaw,
The sweetest flower amang them a',
An' after her a ship I'll ca',
'Twill be “The Ayrshire Lassie,” O.
(Tho' some may think their sense is sma',)
Our lords and leddies I'll just say,
Their like ye'll no see ilka day—
But there is ane in yon green shaw,
The sweetest flower amang them a',
An' after her a ship I'll ca',
'Twill be “The Ayrshire Lassie,” O.
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