Four Songs (Newton-Stewart)/The Blue Eyed Lassie
For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.
THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet e'en,
Twa lovely e'en o' bonny blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright.
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom, lilly-white;—
It was her e'en sae bonny blue.
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet e'en,
Twa lovely e'en o' bonny blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright.
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom, lilly-white;—
It was her e'en sae bonny blue.
She talk'd she smil'd, my heart she wild,
She charm'd my soul, I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her e'en, sae bonnie blue..
But spare to speak and spare to speed;;
She'll ablins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my head T
To her twa e'en, sae bonnie blue.
She charm'd my soul, I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her e'en, sae bonnie blue..
But spare to speak and spare to speed;;
She'll ablins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my head T
To her twa e'en, sae bonnie blue.