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122 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 134. In simmer, when the hay was mawn.
Tune : The country lass Orpheus Caledoius, 1733, No. 38. |
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In simmer, when the hay was mawn And corn wav'd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white o'er the lea, And roses blaw in ilka bield, Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
Says—' I'll be wed, come o't what will'; Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild :—
' O' guid advisement comes nae ill.
' It's ye hae wooers mony ane,
And lassie, ye're but young, ye ken;
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale A routhie butt, a routhie ben : There's Johnie o' the Buskie-Glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre : Tak this frae me, my bonie hen :—
It's plenty beets the luver's fire.'
' For Johnie o' the Buskie-Glen
I dinna care a single (lie : He lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,
He has nae luve to spare for me : |
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