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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By a Bush.
By a bush on yonder brae,
Where the airy Benger rises,
Sandy tun'd his artless lay;
Thus he sung the lee-lang day:
“Thou shalt ever be my theme,
Yarrow, winding down the hollow,
With thy bonny sister stream
Sweeping through the broom so yellow.
On these banks thy waters lave,
Oft the warrior found a grave.
Where the airy Benger rises,
Sandy tun'd his artless lay;
Thus he sung the lee-lang day:
“Thou shalt ever be my theme,
Yarrow, winding down the hollow,
With thy bonny sister stream
Sweeping through the broom so yellow.
On these banks thy waters lave,
Oft the warrior found a grave.
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“Oft on thee the silent wain
Saw the Douglas' banners streaming;
Oft on thee the hunter train
Sought the shelter'd deer in vain;
Oft, in thy green dells and bowers,
Swains have seen the fairies riding;
Oft the snell and sleety showers
Found in thee the warrior hiding.
Many a wild and bloody scene
On thy bonnie banks have been.
Saw the Douglas' banners streaming;
Oft on thee the hunter train
Sought the shelter'd deer in vain;
Oft, in thy green dells and bowers,
Swains have seen the fairies riding;
Oft the snell and sleety showers
Found in thee the warrior hiding.
Many a wild and bloody scene
On thy bonnie banks have been.
“Now, the days of discord gane,
Henry's kindness keeps us cheery;
While his heart shall warm remain,
Dule will beg a hauld in vain.
Bloodless now, in many hues
Flow'rets bloom, our hills adorning;
There my Jenny milks her ewes,
Fresh an' ruddy as the morning:
Mary Scott could ne'er outvie
Jenny's hue an' glancing eye.
Henry's kindness keeps us cheery;
While his heart shall warm remain,
Dule will beg a hauld in vain.
Bloodless now, in many hues
Flow'rets bloom, our hills adorning;
There my Jenny milks her ewes,
Fresh an' ruddy as the morning:
Mary Scott could ne'er outvie
Jenny's hue an' glancing eye.
“Wind, my Yarrow, down the howe,
Forming bows o' dazzling siller;
Meet thy titty yont the knowe:
Wi' my love I'll join like you.
Flow, my Ettrick, it was thee
Into life wha first did drap me:
Thee I've sung, an' when I dee
Thou wilt lend a sod to hap me.
Passing swains shall say, and weep,
Here our Shepherd lies asleep.”
Forming bows o' dazzling siller;
Meet thy titty yont the knowe:
Wi' my love I'll join like you.
Flow, my Ettrick, it was thee
Into life wha first did drap me:
Thee I've sung, an' when I dee
Thou wilt lend a sod to hap me.
Passing swains shall say, and weep,
Here our Shepherd lies asleep.”
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