The Sentimental Songster/I Gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen

by Robert Burns

For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.

GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN.

I gaed a waefu’ gate yestreen,
⁠A gate, I fear I’ll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een:
⁠Twa lovely een o’ bonny blue.

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright
⁠Her lips like roses wet wi’ dew,
Her heaving bosom lily white,
⁠It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wil’d,
⁠She charm’d my soul I watna how,
An’ aye the stound, the deadly wound,
⁠Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.

But spare I’ll speak, an spare I’ll speed
⁠She’ll ablins listen to my vow;
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my head
⁠To her twa een sae bonny blue.