the lassie i loe best of a'
Hae ye seen in the calm dewy morning,
The red-breast wild warbling sae clear
Or the low dwelling, snow breasted gowan,
Sur-charged wi’ mild e’ering's soft tear,
O then ye hae seen my dear lassie,
The lassie I' loe best of a’
But far frae the hame o’ my lassie,
I’m monie a lang mile awa.
Her hair is she wing o’ the blackbird,
Her eye Is the eye o’ the dove,
Her lips are the red blushing rose-bud,
Her bosom’s the palace of love.
Tho’ green be thy banks O sweet Clutha,
Thy beauties ne’er charm me ava,
Forgive me. ye maid of sweet Clutha,
My heart is wi’ her that’s awa.
O love thou’rt a dear fleeting pleasure,
The sweetest we mortals here know,
But soon as thy heav’n bright beaming,
O’ercast with the darkness of wo.
As the moon on the oft changing ocean,
Delight’s the lone mariner’s eye,
Till red rush the storms of the desert.
And dark billows tumble on high.
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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