Ballads in the Cumberland dialect by R. Anderson, with notes and a glossary, and a biographical sketch of the author |
THE RURAL VISIT. |
Ballads in the Cumberland dialect | ||
THE RURAL VISIT.
I went to see young Susy,
Bonny, teydy, blithe was she;
I slyly kiss'd her cherry lips,
And mark'd the magic o' her e'e,
That in my fancy rais'd desire;
But purer passion never burn'd
In onie lover's bosom;
And aye may sorrow wet his cheek,
Who'd crush sae rare a blossom!
Bonny, teydy, blithe was she;
I slyly kiss'd her cherry lips,
And mark'd the magic o' her e'e,
That in my fancy rais'd desire;
But purer passion never burn'd
In onie lover's bosom;
And aye may sorrow wet his cheek,
Who'd crush sae rare a blossom!
And now the rwosie lassie
The cleath she laid, and teable spread
Wi' monie a dainty quickly,
And monie a welcome thing she said;
But nit sae sweet the honey-cwom,
As Susy's temptin cherry lips,
That fir'd at once my bosom:
O may no rude destroyer dare
To crop sae fair a blossom!
The cleath she laid, and teable spread
Wi' monie a dainty quickly,
And monie a welcome thing she said;
But nit sae sweet the honey-cwom,
As Susy's temptin cherry lips,
That fir'd at once my bosom:
O may no rude destroyer dare
To crop sae fair a blossom!
And now, to greet the stranger,
The wearied auld fwok dander'd heame,
And village news recounted:
The guid man bade his sonsy deame
Trim up the fire and mek the tea;
The gurdle-cakes as Susy turn'd,
I watch'd her heaving bosom,
And pleasure beam'd in ilka feace,
To see sae sweet a blossom.
The wearied auld fwok dander'd heame,
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The guid man bade his sonsy deame
Trim up the fire and mek the tea;
The gurdle-cakes as Susy turn'd,
I watch'd her heaving bosom,
And pleasure beam'd in ilka feace,
To see sae sweet a blossom.
And now, to please the auld fwok,
The sang and teale went gaily round,
Till neet had drawn her curtain
Some full five hours; I ruse, and fan
Young Susy half consenting
To set me out a mile a-geate;
I held her to my bosom,
And, parting, kiss'd, and pray'd kind Heav'n
To guard this beauteous blossom.
The sang and teale went gaily round,
Till neet had drawn her curtain
Some full five hours; I ruse, and fan
Young Susy half consenting
To set me out a mile a-geate;
I held her to my bosom,
And, parting, kiss'd, and pray'd kind Heav'n
To guard this beauteous blossom.
January 8, 1803.
Ballads in the Cumberland dialect | ||