Fairfa' the lasses (1)/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

by Robert Burns

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

I gaed a waefu' gale 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 wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom lily white;
It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wild,
She charm'd my soul, I wistna how;

And aye the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue
Cut spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:
Shoud she refuse, I’ll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.