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.
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.