University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver

By William Thom. Edited, with a Biographical Sketch, by W. Skinner
Thom, William (1798?-1848)

collapse section
RHYMES.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
LINES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DEATH OF COUNT JOHN LESLIE OF BALQUHAIN AND FETTERNEIR.
 
WHISPERINGS FOR THE UNWASHED.
 
THE MANIAC MOTHER'S DREAM.
 
OLD FATHER FROST AND HIS FAMILY.
 
AUTUMN WINDS.
 
OH, MARY! WHEN YOU THINK OF ME.
 
I'VE SOUGHT IN LANDS AYONT THE SEA.
 
I WOULDNA—OH! I COULDNA LOOK.
 
JEANIE'S GRAVE.
 
THEY SPEAK O' WYLES.
 
THE LAST TRYST.
 
ONE OF THE HEART'S STRUGGLES.
 
YE DINNA KEN YON BOWER.
 
BONNIE MAY.
 
LINES WRITTEN AT RAVENSCRAIG,
 
THE OVERGATE ORPHAN.
 
YTHANSIDE.
 
A CHIEFTAIN UNKNOWN TO THE QUEEN.
 
THE DRUNKARD'S DREAM.
 
CAN YE FORGET?
 
THE LASS O' KINTORE.
 
DID THEY MEET AGAIN?
 
WHAUR DOES THE BLYTHE BEE SIP?
 
LINES ADDRESSED TO MISS MARY FORBES ROBERTSON ON HER LEAVING FOR SCOTLAND AFTER A VISIT TO FRIENDS IN LONDON, NOV., 1846.
 
THE LASS WI' THE WANDERIN' E'E.
 
MY HEATHER LAND.
 
MY HAMELESS HA'.
 
TO MY SON WILLIE
 
TO MY SON WILLIE IN THE INFIRMARY
 
DREAMINGS OF THE BEREAVED.
 
THE MITHERLESS BAIRN.
 
THE WEDDED WATERS.
 
“OH, THAT MY LOVE WAS SO EASILY WON!”
 
A WISH.
 
SECOND LOVE.
 
ADDRESS TO THE DON.
 
WHISPER LOW.
 
GLAMOURIE; OR, MESMERISM AS WE HAVE IT AT INVERURY.
expand section
SCHOOL OF INDUSTRY.
 
THE STRICKEN BRANCH.
expand section
THE FISHERMEN.
 
LINES TO MISS LUCY LAWRENCE OTTLEY.
 
KNOCKESPOCK'S LADY.
 
THE HOMES OF MISERY.
 
JUSTICE—A REVERIE.
 
SOMETHING ABOUT DIMPLES:
 
CHANTS FOR CHURLS.
 
FAREWELL TO LONDON.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver
next section
71

“OH, THAT MY LOVE WAS SO EASILY WON!”

“Oh that my love was so easily won!”
Whaur nae love word was spoken;
Unsought—unwoo'd, my heart had flown—
I canna hide, I daurna own
How that poor heart is broken.
“Oh that my love was so easily won!”
The gay an' the gallant hae woo'd me;
But he—oh, he never sought to share
The envied smile, yet mair an' mair
Yon wordless look subdued me.
“Oh, that my Love was so easily won!”
Oh, that my life would restore him!
He lightlied the love of our pridefu' clan—
My dreams are fu' o' yon friendless man,
But the wrath o' my kindred hangs o'er him.
“Oh, that my Love was so easily won!”
My kin will ye never forgie me?
I've gi'en my heart to a hameless man,
But I'll wander far frae this friendless lan',
An' it never mair shall see me.
 

The burden line of a very old song, of which the two following lines are from the wearied lover, who says—

“I'll buy an auld horse, and I'll hire an auld man,
And hurl ye back to Northumberlan'.”
previous section Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver
next section