Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Dinna Forget

Dinna Forget.

O dinna forget, lassie, dinna forget,Let's baith look wi' joy to the day that we met;Tho' it's lang, lang sinsyne, an' sorrow's been mine, Ye're ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.Do ye min' on the burnie that steals thro' the heather,Whaur ye sat on ae side an' me on the ither?What our young hearts thocht then, after years canna ken, But we soon sat on ae side—sae dinna forget.

Canid, canid's been the warld, an' far o'er't I've been,Sin' the last time we parted wi' tears i' our een;But amidst a' my cares ye've been aye i' my prayers— Ye've ne'er been forgotten, sae dinna forget.To Him that watched o'er us our thanks let us blend,As we've lang been His care, may it last till the end;Where life's morning arose we may see the day close; Ye've ne'er been forgotten—sae dinna forget.