Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE SHEPHERDESS. |
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THE SHEPHERDESS.
To yon deep mountain glen my wee lambkins I'll ca',
Where o'er the brown heather the saftest winds blaw;
And there, 'mang the broom bushes, blithely I'll sing,
Till the crags on the hill-taps fu' cheerily ring!
Where o'er the brown heather the saftest winds blaw;
And there, 'mang the broom bushes, blithely I'll sing,
Till the crags on the hill-taps fu' cheerily ring!
And then when I've herded till fair eventide,
I'll see a bit doggie come down the hill-side;
And soon 'neath the broom, where naebody can see,
My dearie will share his gray plaidie wi' me!
I'll see a bit doggie come down the hill-side;
And soon 'neath the broom, where naebody can see,
My dearie will share his gray plaidie wi' me!
He'll ca' me his dear, and he'll ca' me his pet—
He'll seek but ae kiss,—and he twa-three will get:
How can I refuse them?—my heart is sae fain
When he dauts me and ca's me his dearest—his ain!
He'll seek but ae kiss,—and he twa-three will get:
How can I refuse them?—my heart is sae fain
When he dauts me and ca's me his dearest—his ain!
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Wi' sour, unco looks, I awhile may him tease,
And tell him that true love and falsehood are faes;
And syne, to repay him, a kiss I will gi'e,
And a press o' the hand, and a glance o' the e'e!
And tell him that true love and falsehood are faes;
And syne, to repay him, a kiss I will gi'e,
And a press o' the hand, and a glance o' the e'e!
Rin down the glen, burnie—rin saftly alang—
Adown the glen, burnie, wi' you I'll no gang;
At gloaming I'll meet him, and cannily he
Will guide to the fauld my wee lammies and me.
Adown the glen, burnie, wi' you I'll no gang;
At gloaming I'll meet him, and cannily he
Will guide to the fauld my wee lammies and me.
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