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Soft her smile raise like May morning,
Glinting owre Denmait's[1] brow;
Sweet! wi' opening charms adorning
Stirling's lovely plains below.
Glinting owre Denmait's[1] brow;
Sweet! wi' opening charms adorning
Stirling's lovely plains below.
Kind and gentle was her nature;
At ilka place she bore the bell;
Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature—
But her look nae tongue can tell!
At ilka place she bore the bell;
Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature—
But her look nae tongue can tell!
Such was Jean when first, mawing,
Spied her on a thrawart beast;
Flew like fire, and just when fa'ing,
Kepp'd her on his manly breast.
Spied her on a thrawart beast;
Flew like fire, and just when fa'ing,
Kepp'd her on his manly breast.
Light he bore her, pale as ashes,
'Cross the meadow, fragrant, green,
Placed her on the new-mawn rashes,
Watching sad her opening een.
'Cross the meadow, fragrant, green,
Placed her on the new-mawn rashes,
Watching sad her opening een.
Such was Will, when poor Jean, fainting,
Drapped into a lover's arms;
Wakened to his soft lamenting,
Sighed, and blushed a thousand charms.
Drapped into a lover's arms;
Wakened to his soft lamenting,
Sighed, and blushed a thousand charms.
Soon they lo'ed and soon were buckled;
Nane took time to think and rue:
Youth and worth and beauty coupled—
Love had never less to do.
Nane took time to think and rue:
Youth and worth and beauty coupled—
Love had never less to do.
Three short years flew by fu' canty,[2]
Jean and Will thought them but ane;
Ilka day brought joy and plenty,
Ilka year a dainty wean.
Jean and Will thought them but ane;
Ilka day brought joy and plenty,
Ilka year a dainty wean.
Will wrought sair, but aye wi's pleasure,
Jean, the hale day spun and sang—
Will and weans, her constant treasure,
Blest wi' them nae day seemed lang.
Jean, the hale day spun and sang—
Will and weans, her constant treasure,
Blest wi' them nae day seemed lang.
