Four Songs (Newton-Stewart)/The Blue Eyed Lassie

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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.

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