|Visit Us On FB
I winna stay at Auchingour, Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,
Nor go with thee to Glenlyon, For there I'll ne'er find ease.'
Then out it spake his brother John,
' O were I in your place, I'd take that lady hame again,
For a' her bonny face.
' Commend me to the lass that's kind,
Tho' na so gently born ; And, gin her heart I coudna gain,
To take her hand I'd scorn.'—
' O haud your tongue now, John,' he says?
' You wis na what you say; For I have lo'ed that bonny face
This twelve month and a day.
xrv ' And tho' I've lo'ed her lang and sair,
A smile I ne'er cou'd win ; Yet what I've got ance in my power
To keep I think nae sin.'
xv When they came to Glenlyon Castle,
They lighted at the yate, And out it came his sisters three,
Wha did them kindly greet.