Four excellent songs (10)/The Lass of Arranteenie
THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.
Far lone amang the Highland hills,
’Midst Nature’s wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens and 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 of Arranteenie.
Yon mossy rose-bud down the howe,
Just op’ning fresh and bonnie,
Blinks sweetly ’neath the hazel bough,
And’s scarcely seen by ony.
Sae sweet amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie,
Mair fair and gay than rosy May—
The flower of 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 but this, my soul’s first wish.
The lass of Arranteenie.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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