Seraphim/The Lass of Arranteenie

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3250040Seraphim — The Lass of ArranteenieRobert Tannahill

THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.

Forlorn amang the Highland hills,
'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, an' woody glens,
With weary steps I wander.
The langsome way, the darksome day,
The mountain mist sae rainy,
Are nought to me when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass of Arranteenie.

Yon mossy rosebud down the howe,
Just op'ning fresh and bonny,
It blinks beneath the hazle bough,
An's scarely seen by ony;
Sae sweet amidst her native hills,
Obscurely blooms my Jeany,
Mair fair an' gay than rossy May,
The flower of Arranteenie.

Now from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean,
There Av'rice guides the bounding prow-
Ambition courts promotion.
Let fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurel'd favours many,
Give me but this, my souls first wish,
The lass o' Arranteenie.

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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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