Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/The Lass o' Arranteenie
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THE LASS O' ARRANTEENIE.
Far lone amang the Highland hills
Midst Naturo's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens
With weary steps I wander:
Tho langsome way, tho darksome day,
The mountain mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me, when gaun to thee.
Sweet lass o' Arranteenie.
Midst Naturo's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens
With weary steps I wander:
Tho langsome way, tho darksome day,
The mountain mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me, when gaun to thee.
Sweet lass o' Arranteenie.
Yon mossy rose-bud down the howe,
Just op'ning fresh and bonny,
Blinks sweetly 'neath the hazel bough,
And scarcely seen by ony.
Sae, sweet amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie,
Mair fair and gay than rosy May,
The flow'r o' Arranteenie.
Just op'ning fresh and bonny,
Blinks sweetly 'neath the hazel bough,
And scarcely seen by ony.
Sae, sweet amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie,
Mair fair and gay than rosy May,
The flow'r o' Arranteenie.
Now, from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean;
There Av'rico guides the bounding prow,
Ambition courts promotion—
Let Fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurl'd favours many,
Give me but this, my heart's first wish,
The lass o' Arranteenio.
I view the distant ocean;
There Av'rico guides the bounding prow,
Ambition courts promotion—
Let Fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurl'd favours many,
Give me but this, my heart's first wish,
The lass o' Arranteenio.