The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series/The Blue-Eyed Lassie
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For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.
I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen,
She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,
17.
The Blue-Eyed Lassie.
I.
A gate I fear I'll dearly rue:
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o' bonie blue!
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom lily-white:
It was her een sae bonie blue.
II.
She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.
But "spare to speak, and spare to speed"—
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonie blue.