NAE STAR WAS GLINTIN OUT ABOON.
Little Cupid went on with his pitiful tale,
Till Vulcan the weapon restored.
"There, take it, young sir; try it now—if it fail,
I will ask neither fee nor reward."
The urchin shot out, and rare havoc he made;
The wounded and dead were untold:
But no wonder the rogue had such slaughtering trade,
For the arrow was laden with gold.
Till Vulcan the weapon restored.
"There, take it, young sir; try it now—if it fail,
I will ask neither fee nor reward."
The urchin shot out, and rare havoc he made;
The wounded and dead were untold:
But no wonder the rogue had such slaughtering trade,
For the arrow was laden with gold.
NAE STAR WAS GLINTIN OUT ABOON.
Nae star was glintin out aboon,
The cluds were dark and hid the moon;
The whistling gale was in my teeth,
And round me was the deep snaw wreath;
But on I went the dreary mile,
And sung right cantie a' the while
I gae my plaid a closer fauld;
My hand was warm, my heart was bauld,
I didna heed the storm and cauld,
While ganging to my Katie.
The cluds were dark and hid the moon;
The whistling gale was in my teeth,
And round me was the deep snaw wreath;
But on I went the dreary mile,
And sung right cantie a' the while
I gae my plaid a closer fauld;
My hand was warm, my heart was bauld,
I didna heed the storm and cauld,
While ganging to my Katie.
But when I trod the same way back,
It seem'd a sad and waefu' track;
The brae and glen were lone and lang;
I didna sing my cautie sang;
I felt how sharp the sleet did fa',
And couldna face the wind at a'.
Oh, sic a change! how could it be?
I ken fu' well, and sae may ye—
The sunshine had been gloom to me
While ganging frae my Katie.
It seem'd a sad and waefu' track;
The brae and glen were lone and lang;
I didna sing my cautie sang;
I felt how sharp the sleet did fa',
And couldna face the wind at a'.
Oh, sic a change! how could it be?
I ken fu' well, and sae may ye—
The sunshine had been gloom to me
While ganging frae my Katie.
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