Nine popular songs/I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
I 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 wat wi’ dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily-white,
It was her een sae bonny blue.
She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wil’d,
She charm’d my soul, I wistna how;
And aye the stound the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonny blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed,
She’ll aiblins listen to my vow;
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my deed
To her twa een sae bonny blue.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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