THE COQUETTE.
I hae nae sleep, I hae nae rest,
My Ellen's lost for aye,
My heart is sair and much distressed,
I surely soon must die.
My Ellen's lost for aye,
My heart is sair and much distressed,
I surely soon must die.
I canna think o' wark at a',
My eyes still wander far,
I see her neck like driven snaw,
I see her flaxen hair.
My eyes still wander far,
I see her neck like driven snaw,
I see her flaxen hair.
Sair, sair, I begged; she would na' hear,
She proudly turned awa',
Unmoved she saw the trickling tear,
Which, spite o' me, would fa',
She proudly turned awa',
Unmoved she saw the trickling tear,
Which, spite o' me, would fa',
She acted weel a conqueror's part,
She triumphed in my woe,
She gracefu' waved me to depart,
I tried, but could na' go.
She triumphed in my woe,
She gracefu' waved me to depart,
I tried, but could na' go.
"Ah why," (distractedly I cried,)
"Why yield me to despair?
Bid lingering Hope resume her sway,
To ease my heart sae sair."
"Why yield me to despair?
Bid lingering Hope resume her sway,
To ease my heart sae sair."
