LOVE AND SOMETHING MAIR.
SONG VII.
1
As I walk'd down the street yestreen,
Up came to me a comely quean;
A golden sprig held up her hair,
Her white breast heav'd divinely bare:
But, a roguish blink of her blue e'e,
Spake love and something mair to me.
2
Sweet smiled the maid, and whisper'd lowne,
“You're kindly welcome, sir, to town;
Have you got gold, or white monie,
To drink a pint of wine with me.”
Her eyes 'mongst amber tresses fair,
Said welcome love and something mair.
3
“Nor gold have I, nor silver fine,
To give for cups of rosie wine:”
She loos'd a purse with silver band,
And show'd the red gold in her hand,
While love said laughing in her e'e,
Come take a homeward walk with me.
4
She wet her lips with sparkling wine,
And press'd their rosie dew to mine;
While warmer as her sweet lips grew,
Around my neck her arms she threw.
I lock'd her in love's dearest grips,
My soul sat panting on my lips.
5
Soft was the couch, as thistle downe,
Where sat the comely damsel on;
Blush'd in her cheeks the rosie wine,
And oh! her arms were wond'rous kin'.
And well I trow her amorous e'e,
Delighted swam in dew with me.
6
Give me a pint of rosie wine,
With such a damsel frank and kin',
Then might the Kirk 'tween yule and yule,
Lead me to her black-pennance stool;
Such tribulation for to dree,
Would make kind love more sweet to me.
