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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Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now.
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Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now.
“Afore the moorcock begin to craw,
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now
The bonniest thing that ever ye saw,
For I canna come every night to woo.”
“The gouden broom is bonnie to see,
An' sae is the milk-white flower o' the haw,
The daisy's wee freenge is sweet on the lea—
But the bud o' the rose is the bonniest of a'.”
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now
The bonniest thing that ever ye saw,
For I canna come every night to woo.”
“The gouden broom is bonnie to see,
An' sae is the milk-white flower o' the haw,
The daisy's wee freenge is sweet on the lea—
But the bud o' the rose is the bonniest of a'.”
“Now, wae light on a' your flow'ry chat!
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now;
It's no the thing that I would be at,
An' I canna come every night to woo.”
“The lamb is bonnie upon the brae,
The leveret friskin' o'er the knowe,
The bird is bonnie upon the tree—
But which is the dearest of a' to you?”
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now;
It's no the thing that I would be at,
An' I canna come every night to woo.”
“The lamb is bonnie upon the brae,
The leveret friskin' o'er the knowe,
The bird is bonnie upon the tree—
But which is the dearest of a' to you?”
“The thing that I loe best of a',
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now;
The dearest thing that ever I saw,
Though I canna come every night to woo,
Is the kindly smile that beams on me,
Whenever a gentle hand I press,
And the wily blink frae the dark-blue e'e
Of a dear, dear lassie that they ca' Bess.”
Lass, an ye loe me, tell me now;
The dearest thing that ever I saw,
Though I canna come every night to woo,
Is the kindly smile that beams on me,
Whenever a gentle hand I press,
And the wily blink frae the dark-blue e'e
Of a dear, dear lassie that they ca' Bess.”
“Aha! young man, but I cou'dna see;
What I loe best I'll tell you now,
The compliment that ye sought frae me,
Though ye canna come every night to woo;
Yet I would rather hae frae you
A kindly look, an' a word witha',
Than a' the flowers o' the forest pu',
Than a' the lads that ever I saw.”
What I loe best I'll tell you now,
The compliment that ye sought frae me,
Though ye canna come every night to woo;
Yet I would rather hae frae you
A kindly look, an' a word witha',
Than a' the flowers o' the forest pu',
Than a' the lads that ever I saw.”
“Then, dear, dear Bessie, you shall be mine,
Sin' a' the truth ye hae tauld me now;
Our hearts an' fortunes we'll entwine,
An' I'll aye come every night to woo.
For, oh, I canna descrive to thee
The feeling o' love's and nature's law;
How dear this world appears to me
Wi' Bessie, my ain for good an' for a'!”
Sin' a' the truth ye hae tauld me now;
Our hearts an' fortunes we'll entwine,
An' I'll aye come every night to woo.
For, oh, I canna descrive to thee
The feeling o' love's and nature's law;
How dear this world appears to me
Wi' Bessie, my ain for good an' for a'!”
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