The Book of Scottish Song/The Siller Crown

The Siller Crown.

[Miss Blamire.—Air, "The Siller Crown."—First published as a single sheet song by Napier, and afterwards inserted in the third volume of Johnson's Museum.]

And ye shall walk in silk attire,
⁠And siller ha'e to spare,
Gin ye'll consent to be his bride,
⁠Nor think o' Donald mair.
Oh, wha wad buy a silken goun,
⁠Wi' a puir broken heart?
Or what's to me a siller croun,
⁠Gin frae my love I part?

The mind whase every wish is pure,
⁠Far dearer is to me;
And ere I'm forced to break my faith,
⁠I'll lay me down and dee;
For I ha'e pledged my virgin troth,
⁠Brave Donald's fate to share,
And he has gi'en to me his heart,
⁠Wi' a' its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,
⁠He gratefu' took the gift;
Could I but think to see it back,
⁠It wad be waur than theft.
For langest life can ne'er repay
⁠The love he bears to me;
And ere I'm forced to break my troth,
⁠I'll lay me doun and dee.

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