The Wandering Shepherdess, or, the Betrayed Damsel (2)/Cauld Caledonia
Cauld Caledonia—By Burns.
Their groves of sweet myrtle let foereign lands reckon,
where bright-beaming summer exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan
with the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen
For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers
A-listning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
where bright-beaming summer exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan
with the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen
For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers
A-listning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
Tho’ rich in the breeze in their gay sunny vallies
and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
What are thy? the haunt o’ the tyrant & slave.
The slave’s spicy forests and gold bubbling fountains
The brave Caledonian views with disdain;
He wanders as free as the snow on his mountains
save love’s willing fetters—the chains of his Jean.
FINIS.
and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
What are thy? the haunt o’ the tyrant & slave.
The slave’s spicy forests and gold bubbling fountains
The brave Caledonian views with disdain;
He wanders as free as the snow on his mountains
save love’s willing fetters—the chains of his Jean.
FINIS.