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 Bonnie Lass of Deloraine.
Still must my pipe lie idle by,
And worldly cares my mind annoy?
Again its softest notes I'll try,
So dear a theme can never cloy.
Last time my mountain harp I strung,
'Twas she inspired the simple strain—
That lovely flower so sweet and young,
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
And worldly cares my mind annoy?
Again its softest notes I'll try,
So dear a theme can never cloy.
Last time my mountain harp I strung,
'Twas she inspired the simple strain—
That lovely flower so sweet and young,
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
How blest the breeze's balmy sighs
Around her ruddy lips that blow:
The flower that in her bosom dies;
Or grass that bends beneath her toe.
Her cheek's endowed with powers at will
The rose's richest shade to drain;
Her eyes, what soft enchantments fill!
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
Around her ruddy lips that blow:
The flower that in her bosom dies;
Or grass that bends beneath her toe.
Her cheek's endowed with powers at will
The rose's richest shade to drain;
Her eyes, what soft enchantments fill!
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
Let Athol boast her birchen bowers,
And Lomond of her isles so green;
And Windermere her woodland shores;
Our Ettrick boasts a sweeter scene:
For there the evening twilight swells
With many a wild and melting strain;
And there the pride of beauty dwells,
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
And Lomond of her isles so green;
And Windermere her woodland shores;
Our Ettrick boasts a sweeter scene:
For there the evening twilight swells
With many a wild and melting strain;
And there the pride of beauty dwells,
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
If Heaven shall keep her aye as good
And bonnie as she wont to be,
The world may into Ettrick crowd,
And nature's first perfection see.
Glencoe has drawn the wanderer's eye,
And Staffa in the western main;
These natural wonders ne'er can vie
Wi' the bonnie lass of Deloraine.
And bonnie as she wont to be,
The world may into Ettrick crowd,
And nature's first perfection see.
Glencoe has drawn the wanderer's eye,
And Staffa in the western main;
These natural wonders ne'er can vie
Wi' the bonnie lass of Deloraine.
May health still cheer her beauteous face,
And round her brow may honour twine;
And Heaven preserve that breast in peace,
Where meekness, love, and duty join!
But all her joys shall cheer my heart,
And all her griefs shall give me pain;
For never from my soul shall part
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
And round her brow may honour twine;
And Heaven preserve that breast in peace,
Where meekness, love, and duty join!
But all her joys shall cheer my heart,
And all her griefs shall give me pain;
For never from my soul shall part
The bonnie lass of Deloraine.
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