“and ye sail walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye ’ll consent to be his bride,
Nor think o’ Donald mair.”
O, wha wad buy a silken goun
Wi’ a puir broken heart?
Or what ’s to me a siller croun
Gin frae my love I part?
The mind whose meanest wish is pure
Far dearest is to me,
And ere I ’...
What ails this heart o’ mine?
What ails this watery ee?
What gars me a’ turn pale as death
When I take leave o’ thee?
When thou art far awa’,
Thou ’lt dearer grow to me;
But change o’ place and change o’ folk
May gar thy fancy jee.
When I gae out at e’en,
Or walk at morning air,
Ilk rustling bush will...
