A Rose A mile or twain from Varley bridge And now the village flashed in sight, And though her face was turned away, How much her panting heart confessed! Love played at Find-me-if-you-May In Mary's breast. Norman Gale [1862 A ROSE "TWAS a Jacqueminot rose That she gave me at parting; Sweetest flower that blows, 'Twas a Jacqueminot rose. In the love garden close, With the swift blushes starting, "Twas a Jacqueminot rose That she gave me at parting. If she kissed it, who knows Since I will not discover, And love is that close, If she kissed it, who knows? Or if not the red rose Perhaps then the lover! If she kissed it, who knows, Since I will not discover. 719 Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I'm wearing! More I will not disclose, Yet at least with the rose Went whose kiss no one knows,- "Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I'm wearing." Arlo Bates [1850 66 "WOOED AND MARRIED AND A'" THE bride cam' out o' the byre, And oh, as she dighted her cheeks: The bride that has a' thing to borrow, Wooed and married, and a', That was wooed and married and a'? Out spake the bride's father, As he cam' in frae the pleugh: "Oh, haud your tongue, my And ye'se get gear eneugh; The stirk stands i' the tether, dochter, And our braw bawsint yaud, Will carry ye hame your cornWhat wad ye be at, ye jaud?" Out spake the bride's mither: "Owre the Muir Amang the Heather" 721 My gown was linsey woolsey, And ye ha'e ribbons and buskins, Mair than ane or twa." Out spake the bride's brither, I'se ne'er tak' ane i' my life." Out spake the bride's sister, As she cam' in frae the byre: But we puir folk maun live single, I dinna ken what I should want, If I could get but a man!” Alexander Ross [1699-1784] "OWRE THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER" COMIN' through the craigs o' Kyle, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keepin' a' her ewes thegither. Owre the muir amang the heather, Owre the muir amang the heather; There I met a bonnie lassie, Keepin' a' her ewes thegither. Says I, My dear, where is thy hame,- That feed amang the bloomin' heather. We laid us down upon a bank, Sae warm and sunny was the weather: She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather. While thus we lay, she sung a sang, Was, Owre the muir amang the heather. She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne By sea and sky! she shall be mine, MARRIAGE AND THE CARE O'T QUOTH Rab to Kate, My sonsy dear, Na, na, quo' Kate, I winna wed, Weel, weel, said Robin, in reply, The Women Folk For me, I'll tak' nae care o't. Rab wheel't about, to Kate cam' back, 'Bout marriage an' the care o't. Yet blithe was she wi' Rab to cleek, In marriage, wi' the care o't. 723 Robert Lochore [1762-1852] THE WOMEN FOLK O SAIRLY may I rue the day For aye sinsyne I ne'er can ha'e Ae quiet thought or peace o' mind! They ha'e plagued my heart, an' pleased my e'e, But aye, for a' their witchery, The pawky things! I lo'e them still. O, the women folk! O, the women folk, O, weary fa' the women folk, For they winna let a body be! I ha'e thought an' thought, but darena tell, I've tried again to like them ill. To comprehend what nae man can; When he has done what man can do, He'll end at last where he began. |