Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/I hae nae Kith

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Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878
edited by J. C. Hutchieson

I hae nae Kith

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4661240Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878 — I hae nae KithJ. C. Hutchieson

I hae nae Kith.

I hae nae kith, I hae nae kin, Nor ane that's dear to me;For the bonnie lad that I lo'e best, He's far ayont the sea.He's gane wi' ane that was our ain, And we may rue the dayWhen our king's ae daughter came here To play sic foul play.

Oh, gin I were a bonnie bird Wi' wings, that I might flee!Then would I travel o'er the main, My ae true-love to see.Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale To ane that's dear to me,And sit upon a king's window And sing my melody.

The adder lies i' the corbie's nest Aneath the corbie's wing,And the blast that reaves the corbie's brood Will soon blaw hame our king.Then blaw ye east, or blaw ye west, Oi' blaw ye o'er the faeiri,Oh, bring the lad that I lo'e best, And ane I darena name.