Nine popular songs/I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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I GAED A WAEFU’ GATE YESTREEN.

I gaed a waefu’ gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een
Twa lovely een o’ bonny blue.

’Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily-white,
It was her een sae bonny blue.

She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wil’d,
She charm’d my soul, I wistna how;
And aye the stound the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonny blue.

But spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She’ll aiblins listen to my vow;
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my deed
To her twa een sae bonny blue.