Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/A Secret

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MY laddie 's a' the world to me!  'T is to himself I owe it That I can never more gae free;  But, ah!—he must not know it! When from my side he roams awa',   scarce believe I'm living; But when he's here—my laddie!—ah,  I die for want of giving! Why must I think upon his smile?—  His eyes o'er bright and bonny?— His gladness that doth sae beguile  It robs my heart of ony? Were I a lad, and he a maid,  I would na be sae winning; To wound too deep I'd be afraid,  And deem such sweetness sinning!