Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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O GIN I HAD A KEEKIN' GLASS. |
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O GIN I HAD A KEEKIN' GLASS.
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
I then might see my bonnie lass;
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To keek at my love's window.
I then might see my bonnie lass;
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To keek at my love's window.
Her bonnie face I daurna spy,
For cowart love has made me shy;
I canna look as I gae by,
Nor blink up to her window.
For cowart love has made me shy;
I canna look as I gae by,
Nor blink up to her window.
Had she been only half sae fair,
Ane might hae gazed wi' heedless air,
But ae glance—I could thole nae mair—
Clean killed me at her window.
Ane might hae gazed wi' heedless air,
But ae glance—I could thole nae mair—
Clean killed me at her window.
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But yet the sight I wadna shun
For a' that e'er was looked upon;
Nae Indian worshippeth the sun
As I'd do at her window.
For a' that e'er was looked upon;
Nae Indian worshippeth the sun
As I'd do at her window.
Her neck, sae fair, the lily dings,
An' round it mony a jet lock hings,
Her face wad draw a sigh frae kings,
Gif they gaed by her window.
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To see my bonnie charming lass;
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To keek at my love's window.
An' round it mony a jet lock hings,
Her face wad draw a sigh frae kings,
Gif they gaed by her window.
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To see my bonnie charming lass;
O gin I had a keekin' glass,
To keek at my love's window.
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