Fairfa' the lasses (1)/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

by Robert Burns

For other versions of this work, see I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen.

I gaed a waefu' gale yestreen.

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
⁠A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
⁠Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
⁠Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom lily white;
⁠It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wild,
⁠She charm'd my soul, I wistna how;

And aye the stound, the deadly wound,
⁠Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue
Cut spare to speak, and spare to speed,
⁠She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:
Shoud she refuse, I’ll lay my dead
⁠To her twa een sae bonnie blue.