The Sentimental Songster/The Lass of Arranteenie
THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.
Forlorn amang the Highland hills,
’Midst Nature’s-wildest grandeur,
By rocky deus, an’ woody glens,
With weary steps I wander.
The langsome way, the darksome day,
The mountain mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass o’ Arranteenie.
Yon mossy rosebud down the howe.
Just op’ning fresh and bonny,
It blinks beneath the hazle bough,
An’s scarcely seen by ony;
Sae sweet amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeany,
Mair fair an’ gay than rossy May,
The flower o’ Arranteenie.
Now from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean,
There Av'rice guides the bounding prow-
Ambition courts promotion.
Let fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurel’d favours many,
Give me bnt this, my soul’s first wish,
The lass o’ Arranteenie.