Carolina Oliphant Poems
The Maiden's Vow
Air - 'Comin' thro' the Rye.'
I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
For the only ane that I think on
Will never think o' me.
Now gane to a far distant shore,
Their face nae mair I'll see;
But often will I think o' them,
That winna think o' me.
Gae owre, gae owre noo, gude Sir John,
Oh, dinna follow me;
For the only ane I ere thocht on,
Lies buried in the sea.
Air - 'The Bog o' Gight.'
Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
Thou makest many a winding turn;
How sweet thy murmurings to hear,
Like plaintive music to mine ear!
Tho' things sair changed we mourn to see,
Yet, burnie, there's nae change in thee,