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effie ha'.
The glitterin' o' it in the sun is dazzlin' so my e'e,
I canna get a richt clear blink, on airth wha can it be?
Big folks,—a gentleman has noo alighted at the door;
Good gracious, I ha'e surely seen that smilin' face afore."
I canna get a richt clear blink, on airth wha can it be?
Big folks,—a gentleman has noo alighted at the door;
Good gracious, I ha'e surely seen that smilin' face afore."
An' Effie wi' a burnin' cheek, for why she scarce could ken,
Beheld her wonderin' falther lead the gran' young stranger ben.
When in a wee the farmer ca'd his dochter to his side,
His honest visage beamin' a' bewilderment an' pride:
"Oh! Effie, woman, this beats a'; ye ken the fiddler wicht,
Ye danced wi' in the barn yestreen, turns out a noble knight.
Beheld her wonderin' falther lead the gran' young stranger ben.
When in a wee the farmer ca'd his dochter to his side,
His honest visage beamin' a' bewilderment an' pride:
"Oh! Effie, woman, this beats a'; ye ken the fiddler wicht,
Ye danced wi' in the barn yestreen, turns out a noble knight.
"An' noo he's come to seek your haun, gin your consent ye'll gie,
An' mak ye leddy o' yon ha' wha's lofty towers we see,
He begs you11 come at once an' speak; and dinna say him nay:"
But aye she cried, "I couldna face that man,—oh, sirs the day,—
Wha ever heard o' sic a thing for me to gang an cram
The pouches o' a gran' young knight wi' dauds o' beef an' ham."
An' mak ye leddy o' yon ha' wha's lofty towers we see,
He begs you11 come at once an' speak; and dinna say him nay:"
But aye she cried, "I couldna face that man,—oh, sirs the day,—
Wha ever heard o' sic a thing for me to gang an cram
The pouches o' a gran' young knight wi' dauds o' beef an' ham."
