Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver By William Thom. Edited, with a Biographical Sketch, by W. Skinner |
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WHAUR DOES THE BLYTHE BEE SIP?
Whaur does the blythe bee sip
Whan it laves in the lo'esome honey?
It may lave itsel'
In the bricht blue bell,
But I ken a lip
Whaur nane daur sip—
Whaur sweets are true as monie.
Whan it laves in the lo'esome honey?
It may lave itsel'
In the bricht blue bell,
But I ken a lip
Whaur nane daur sip—
Whaur sweets are true as monie.
There are wyles in yon peerless mou'
Whan her sang in the heart rings bonnie,
An' I daurna think
O' the witchfu' blink
Frae an e'e as blest
As the draps that rest
On the gowan's breast sae cannie.
Whan her sang in the heart rings bonnie,
An' I daurna think
O' the witchfu' blink
Frae an e'e as blest
As the draps that rest
On the gowan's breast sae cannie.
I may sigh whan my heart is sair,
I may rue unkent to onie;
But, oh come again
Wi' yer 'wilderin' strain
An' the balmy lip
Whaur angels wad sip
Whan sarv'd o' their heaven's honey!
I may rue unkent to onie;
But, oh come again
Wi' yer 'wilderin' strain
An' the balmy lip
Whaur angels wad sip
Whan sarv'd o' their heaven's honey!
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