LIZZY LINDSAY She answered me, right modestly, Away she flew out of my view, Her hame or name I ne'er could gather, But aye sin' syne I sigh and pine For that sweet lass amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, XXXVII LIZZY LINDSAY (ROBERT BURNS) WILL ye gang wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay, THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN To gang to the Highlands wi' you, sir, For I ken nae the land that you live in, O Lizzy, lass, ye maun ken little, For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald, She has kilted her coats o' green satin, XXXVIII THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN (JOANNA BAILLIE) I'VE no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake, Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN Soft tapping, at eve, to her window I came, And loud bay'd the watch-dog, loud scolded the dame; For shame, silly Lightfoot; what is it to thee; Though the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me? Rich Owen will tell you, with eyes full of scorn, Threadbare is my coat, and my hosen are torn: Scoff on, my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. The farmer rides proudly to market or fair, The clerk, at the alehouse, still claims the great chair; But of all our proud fellows the proudest I'll be, While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. For blythe as the urchin at holiday play, me. CORN RIGS XXXIX CORN RIGS (ROBERT BURNS) It was upon a Lammas night, The time flew by wi' tentless heed, Corn rigs, and barley rigs, The sky was blue, the wind was still, I ken't her heart was a' my ain; I kissed her owre and owre again, FLORA MACDONALD'S LAMENT I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars so bright, I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear: I ha'e been joyfu' gath'rin' gear; That happy night was worth them a', XL FLORA MACDONALD'S LAMENT (JAMES HOGG) FAR over yon hills of the heather sae green, An' down by the corrie that sings to the sea, The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane, The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her e'e. |