MEN grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind,
Love kentna1 whaur to stay:
Wi fient an arrow2, bow,
Wi droopin heart an drizzled wing,
He faught his lonely way.
Is there nae mair in Garioch fair
Ae spotless hame for me?
Hae politics an corn an kye
bosom stappit? Fie, O fie!
Ill swithe3 me oer the sea.
He launchd a leaf o jessamine,
On whilk he daurd to swim,
An pillowd his head on a wee
Syne laithfu4, lanely, Love gan scud
Down Urys waefu stream.
The birds sang bonnie as Love drew near,
But dowie5 when he gaed by;
Till lulld wi the sough
o monie a sang,
He sleepit fu soun and saild alang
Neath Heavens gowden sky.
Twas just whaur creeping Ury greets
Its mountain cousin Don,
There wanderd forth a weelfaurd6
Wha listless gazed on the bonnie stream,
As it flirted an playd with a sunny beam
That flickerd its
Love happit7 his head, I trow, that time
The jessamine bark drew nigh,
The lassie espied the
An aye her heart gae thud for thud,
An quiet it wadna lie.
O gin I but had yon wearie wee flower
That floats on the Ury sae fair!
She lootit8 her hand
for the silly rose-leaf,
But little wist she o the pawkie9 thief
That was lurkin an laughin there!
Love glowerd10 when he saw her bonnie dark ee,
An swore by Heavens grace
He neer had
seen nor thought to see,
Since eer he left the Paphian lea,
Sae lovely a dwallin-place.
Syne first of a in her blythesome breast
He built a bower, I ween;
An what did the waefu
But kindled a gleam like the rosy east,
That sparkled frae baith her een.
An then beneath ilk high ee-bree11
He placed a quiver there;
His bow? What but her shinin
An O sic deadly strings he drew
Frae out her silken hair!
Guid be our guard! Sic deeds waur deen
Roun a our countrie then;
An monie a hangin
lug12 was seen
Mang farmers fat, an lawyers lean,
An herds o common men!
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