Peter Cornclips A Tale of Real Life; With Other Poems & Songs, By Alexander Rodger |
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JEANIE THE PRIDE O' STRATHBLANE. |
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JEANIE THE PRIDE O' STRATHBLANE.
Cauld blew the north wind, frae the lofty Benlomond,
And snell was the drift, o' the sleet and the rain,
When poor sodger Willie, sair wearied wi' roaming,
Returned to his ain native cot in Strathblane;
The laddie had lang been awa' wi' the army,
And bore unrepining, ilk weary campaign,
For hope pointed hameward, and hame had a charm aye,
That charm was his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
And snell was the drift, o' the sleet and the rain,
When poor sodger Willie, sair wearied wi' roaming,
Returned to his ain native cot in Strathblane;
The laddie had lang been awa' wi' the army,
And bore unrepining, ilk weary campaign,
For hope pointed hameward, and hame had a charm aye,
That charm was his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
Discharg'd, and set free, frae the camp's noisy bustle,
The fell clang o' war, and the crimson-dyed plain,
He took the lang road for the land o' the thistle,
To visit her heather-clad mountains again;
Far, far, lay his way through the muirs bleak and dreary,
And sair was he batter'd by wind and by rain,
Yet thoughts o' his hame, made him trudge on fu' cheery,
His hame, and his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
The fell clang o' war, and the crimson-dyed plain,
He took the lang road for the land o' the thistle,
To visit her heather-clad mountains again;
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And sair was he batter'd by wind and by rain,
Yet thoughts o' his hame, made him trudge on fu' cheery,
His hame, and his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
O Hame! what can break the endearing connexion,
That links us to thee like an adamant chain?
Thou still hast some object to bind our affection,
Amidst all our wandering, our sorrow and pain;
Some bower o' green woodbine, or tree o' our planting,
Some friend or fond parent, some dear wife or wean,
Or some faithfu' lassie, wi' fond bosom panting,
Like Willie's ain Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
That links us to thee like an adamant chain?
Thou still hast some object to bind our affection,
Amidst all our wandering, our sorrow and pain;
Some bower o' green woodbine, or tree o' our planting,
Some friend or fond parent, some dear wife or wean,
Or some faithfu' lassie, wi' fond bosom panting,
Like Willie's ain Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
Tho' weary and wet, yet wi' pulse quickly beating,
He rapp'd at her dwelling, admission to gain,
She opened hersel', and O judge what a meeting,
'Twixt him and his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane;
Sae soon as she saw him, her heart gied a flutter,
She sprang to his bosom in ecstacy fain,
And shriek'd out, “my Willie,” nor mair could she utter,
Sae taen was poor Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
He rapp'd at her dwelling, admission to gain,
She opened hersel', and O judge what a meeting,
'Twixt him and his Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane;
Sae soon as she saw him, her heart gied a flutter,
She sprang to his bosom in ecstacy fain,
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Sae taen was poor Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
Dear lassie! he cried, we shall never mair sever,
For ne'er shall the wars wile me frae thee again,
A pension for life, and a heart sound as ever,
I bring to my Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
The day was appointed, the friends were invited,
The good haly man made his Jeanie his ain,
Now happy in love, and in wedlock united,
Are Willie and Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
For ne'er shall the wars wile me frae thee again,
A pension for life, and a heart sound as ever,
I bring to my Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
The day was appointed, the friends were invited,
The good haly man made his Jeanie his ain,
Now happy in love, and in wedlock united,
Are Willie and Jeanie, the pride o' Strathblane.
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