Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver By William Thom. Edited, with a Biographical Sketch, by W. Skinner |
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ONE OF THE HEART'S STRUGGLES.
“Oh! let me gang, ye dinna ken
How sair my mither flate yestreen—
An', mournin' o'er and o'er again,
Speir'd whaur I gaed sae late at e'en.
An' aye I saw her dicht her een—
My very heart maist brak to see 't—
I'd byde a flyte though e'er sae keen,
But canna, canna thole her greet.”
How sair my mither flate yestreen—
An', mournin' o'er and o'er again,
Speir'd whaur I gaed sae late at e'en.
An' aye I saw her dicht her een—
My very heart maist brak to see 't—
I'd byde a flyte though e'er sae keen,
But canna, canna thole her greet.”
“Oh! blessin's guard my lassie's brow,
And fend her couthie heart frae care;
Her lowein' breast o' love sae fu'—
How can I grudge a mither's share?
The hinnysuckle's no sae fair,
In gloamin's dewy pearl weet,
As my love's e'e when tremblin' there
The tear that owns a mither's greet.
And fend her couthie heart frae care;
Her lowein' breast o' love sae fu'—
How can I grudge a mither's share?
The hinnysuckle's no sae fair,
In gloamin's dewy pearl weet,
As my love's e'e when tremblin' there
The tear that owns a mither's greet.
“A heart a' warmed to mither's love—
Oh! that's the heart whaur I wad be;
An' when a mither's lips reprove,
Oh! gie me then the glist'nin' e'e.
For feckless fa's that look on me,
Howe'er sae feigned in cunnin's sweet—
And loveless—luckless—is the e'e
That, tearless, kens a mither greet.”
Oh! that's the heart whaur I wad be;
An' when a mither's lips reprove,
Oh! gie me then the glist'nin' e'e.
For feckless fa's that look on me,
Howe'er sae feigned in cunnin's sweet—
And loveless—luckless—is the e'e
That, tearless, kens a mither greet.”
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