WILLIAM THOM
Syne first of a' in her blythesome breast
He built a bower, I wcenj An' what did the wacfu' devilick neist? But kindled a gleam like the rosy east,
That sparkled frae baith her e'en.
An' then beneath ilk high e'e-bree
He placed a quiver there; His bow? What but her shinin' brow? An' O sic deadly strings he drew
Frae out her silken hair!
Guid be our guard' Sic deeds waur deen
Roun' a' our countne then, An' monie a hangin' lug was seen 'Mang farmers fat, an' lawyers lean,
��SIR HENRY TAYLOR 665 Elena's Song
^UOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade?
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��Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid
Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife, And feel like flowers that fade.
664 e'e-bree] eyebrow, lug] ear.
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