Seven Select Songs/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen
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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 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 wyl'd She charm'd my saul I wist na how;And ay the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.But spare to speak, and spare to speed, She'll aiblins listen to my vow:Should she refuse I'II lay my dead To her twa een sae bonnie blue.