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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The Braes of Bushby.
Ae glenting cheerfu' simmer morn,
As I cam o'er the rigs o' Lorn,
I heard a lassie all forlorn
Lamenting for her Johnnie, O.
Her wild notes poured the air alang;
The Highland rocks an' woodlands rang,
An' aye the o'erword o' her sang
Was “Bushby braes are bonnie, O.
As I cam o'er the rigs o' Lorn,
I heard a lassie all forlorn
Lamenting for her Johnnie, O.
Her wild notes poured the air alang;
The Highland rocks an' woodlands rang,
An' aye the o'erword o' her sang
Was “Bushby braes are bonnie, O.
“On Bushby braes where blossoms blow,
Where bloom the brier an' sulky sloe,
There first I met my only joe,
My dear, my faithfu' Johnnie, O.
The grove was dark, sae dark an' sweet,
Where first my lad an' I did meet;
The roses blushed around our feet;
Then Bushby braes were bonnie, O.
Where bloom the brier an' sulky sloe,
There first I met my only joe,
My dear, my faithfu' Johnnie, O.
The grove was dark, sae dark an' sweet,
Where first my lad an' I did meet;
The roses blushed around our feet;
Then Bushby braes were bonnie, O.
“Departed joys, how soft, how dear,
That frae my e'e still wring the tear!
Yet still the hope my heart shall cheer
Again to meet my Johnnie, O.
The primrose saw, an' blue hare-bell,
But nane o' them our love can tell;
The thrilling joy I felt too well
When Bushby braes were bonnie, O.
That frae my e'e still wring the tear!
Yet still the hope my heart shall cheer
Again to meet my Johnnie, O.
The primrose saw, an' blue hare-bell,
But nane o' them our love can tell;
The thrilling joy I felt too well
When Bushby braes were bonnie, O.
“My lad is to the Baltic gane,
To fight the proud an' doubtfu' Dane:
For our success my heart is fain;
But 'tis maistly for my Johnnie, O.
Then, Cupid, smooth the German Sea,
An' bear him back to Lorn an' me!
An' a' my life I'll sing wi' glee,
The Bushby braes are bonnie, O.”
To fight the proud an' doubtfu' Dane:
For our success my heart is fain;
But 'tis maistly for my Johnnie, O.
Then, Cupid, smooth the German Sea,
An' bear him back to Lorn an' me!
An' a' my life I'll sing wi' glee,
The Bushby braes are bonnie, O.”
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