The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The Blue-eyed Lassie
For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.
THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.
TUNE—'THE BLATHRIE O'T.'
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' bonie blue.'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,Her heaving bosom lily-white;—It was her een sae bonie blue.
She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,She charm'd my soul I wist na how;And aye the stound, the deadly wound,Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.But spare to speak, and spare to speed;She'll aiblins listen to my vow:Should she refuse, I'll lay my deadTo her twa een sae bonie blue.