POSTHUMOUS POEMS
Lie still into mine arms, Helen,
The gold side of the bed;
I wadna gie ane o' thy kaims o' lammer
For the gold on the queen's head.
The gold side of the bed;
I wadna gie ane o' thy kaims o' lammer
For the gold on the queen's head.
It's I lie saft the night, Randal,
With my head against your face;
But gin ye had slept in my stables,
It had been the sweeter place.
With my head against your face;
But gin ye had slept in my stables,
It had been the sweeter place.
It's I lie saft the night, Randal,
But yell lie hard the morn;
For I hear a mouse rin by the straw,
And a bird rin by the corn.
But yell lie hard the morn;
For I hear a mouse rin by the straw,
And a bird rin by the corn.
O whatten a bird is that, Helen,
I wad fain ken what it ails?
It's an auld bird and an ill, Randal,
Gin it be no Lord Scales.
I wad fain ken what it ails?
It's an auld bird and an ill, Randal,
Gin it be no Lord Scales.
Then in and came her auld husband,
I wot a fu' lean bird was he;
It's wake ye or sleep ye now, madame,
Ye'se gar mak room for me.
I wot a fu' lean bird was he;
It's wake ye or sleep ye now, madame,
Ye'se gar mak room for me.
O are ye sick the night, Lord Scales,
In the head or else the side?
Or are ye fain to sleep, Lord Scales,
For the fear ye have to ride?
In the head or else the side?
Or are ye fain to sleep, Lord Scales,
For the fear ye have to ride?
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