Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.

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I gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen.

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een;
Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wet wi' dew,
Her heaving-bosom lily white,
I was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smiled, my heart she wil’d,
She charted my soul I watha how;
An' aye the stound the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een she bonnie blue.

But spare I’ll speak, an' spare I’ll speed,
She’ll aiblins listen to my vow;
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.