The Sentimental Songster/I Gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen

by Robert Burns

For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.

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 wet wi’ dew,
Her heaving bosom lily white,
It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wil’d,
She charm’d my soul I watna how,
An’ aye the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.

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