190 Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The Deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; And say "I canna wrang thee!" The Powers aboon will tent thee, Return again, Fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass O my Luve's like a red, red rose As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, I will luve thee still, my dear, And fare thee weel, my only Luve! 191 HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi'mony a vow and lock'd embrace And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And mouldering now in silent dust Robert Burns 192 AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the world to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel and sought me for his bride, To make the croun a pund young Jamie gaed to sea, He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea- My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain 'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, "Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!" My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; My father urgit sair; my mother didna speak, But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break; They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the seaSae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When, mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; Lady Anne Lindsay 193 DUNCAN GRAY Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Maggie coost her head fu' high, Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide; "Shall I, like a fool," quoth he, She may gae to--France, for me!" How it comes let doctors tell, For relief a sigh she brings, And, O her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace; Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath; |