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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Courting Song.
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Courting Song.
The day-beam's unco laith to part,
It lingers o'er yon summit low'ring,
While I stand here with beating heart,
Behind the brier and willow cow'ring.
The gloamin' stern keeks o'er the yoke,
An' strews wi' goud the streams sae glassy;
The raven sleeps aboon the rock,
An' I wait for my bonnie lassie.
It lingers o'er yon summit low'ring,
While I stand here with beating heart,
Behind the brier and willow cow'ring.
The gloamin' stern keeks o'er the yoke,
An' strews wi' goud the streams sae glassy;
The raven sleeps aboon the rock,
An' I wait for my bonnie lassie.
Weel may I tent the siller dew,
That comes at eve sae saftly stealing;
The silken hue, the bonnie blue
O' nature's rich an' radiant ceiling;
The lily lea, the vernal tree,
The night-breeze o'er the broomwood creeping;
The fading day, the milky way,
The star-beam on the water sleeping.
That comes at eve sae saftly stealing;
The silken hue, the bonnie blue
O' nature's rich an' radiant ceiling;
The lily lea, the vernal tree,
The night-breeze o'er the broomwood creeping;
The fading day, the milky way,
The star-beam on the water sleeping.
For gin my lassie were but here,
The jewel of my earthly treasure,
I'll hear nought but her accents dear,
Whispered in love's delicious measure.
Although the bat, wi' velvet wing,
Wheels round our bower sae dark an' grassy,
Oh, I'll be happier than a king,
Placed by thy side, my bonnie lassie!
The jewel of my earthly treasure,
I'll hear nought but her accents dear,
Whispered in love's delicious measure.
Although the bat, wi' velvet wing,
Wheels round our bower sae dark an' grassy,
Oh, I'll be happier than a king,
Placed by thy side, my bonnie lassie!
Nae art hast thou, nae pawky wile,
The rapid flow of love impelling;
But oh, the love that lights thy smile,
Wad lure an angel frae his dwelling!
There is a language in thy e'e,
A music in thy voice of feeling,
The mildest virgin modestye,
An' soul that dwells within revealing.
The rapid flow of love impelling;
But oh, the love that lights thy smile,
Wad lure an angel frae his dwelling!
There is a language in thy e'e,
A music in thy voice of feeling,
The mildest virgin modestye,
An' soul that dwells within revealing.
She comes with maiden's cautious art,
Her stealing steps to tears impel me,
For ah! the beatings of her heart
Come flichterin' on the breeze to tell me.
Flee, a' ye sorrows, on the wind,
Ye warldly cares, I'll lightly pass ye!
Nae thought shall waver through my mind,
But raptures wi' my bonnie lassie.
Her stealing steps to tears impel me,
For ah! the beatings of her heart
Come flichterin' on the breeze to tell me.
Flee, a' ye sorrows, on the wind,
Ye warldly cares, I'll lightly pass ye!
Nae thought shall waver through my mind,
But raptures wi' my bonnie lassie.
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