The Book of Scottish Song/The Siller Crown
The Siller Crown.
[Miss Blamire.—Air, "The Siller Crown."—First published as a single sheet song by Napier, and afterwards inserted in the third volume of Johnson's Museum.]
And ye shall walk in silk attire,
And siller ha'e to spare,
Gin ye'll consent to be his bride,
Nor think o' Donald mair.
Oh, wha wad buy a silken goun,
Wi' a puir broken heart?
Or what's to me a siller croun,
Gin frae my love I part?
The mind whase every wish is pure,
Far dearer is to me;
And ere I'm forced to break my faith,
I'll lay me down and dee;
For I ha'e pledged my virgin troth,
Brave Donald's fate to share,
And he has gi'en to me his heart,
Wi' a' its virtues rare.
His gentle manners wan my heart,
He gratefu' took the gift;
Could I but think to see it back,
It wad be waur than theft.
For langest life can ne'er repay
The love he bears to me;
And ere I'm forced to break my troth,
I'll lay me doun and dee.