Carolina Oliphant Poems

When bonny daisies spread the sward,
An' broom bloom'd fair to see;
Blythe Davie, wi' a heart sae light,
An' she, a maiden free,
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Hech! hey! the mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there;
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O weet and weary is the night,
Wi' soughing wind and rain, O;
And he that was sae true to me,
Is on the hill-side slain, O!
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Lay bye yere bawbee, my Jenny,
Lay bye yere bawbee, my dear,
Do as your mither aye did,
She tuik gude care o' her gear.
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Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
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O mountain wild, on thee I gaze,
Tho' clouds and storms upon thee lie;
For gleams o' sunshine break on thee,
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O stately stood the Baron's ha',
His lady fair as ony;
Her gracefu' mien was like a queen,
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O weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
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O wha is this comin', the folk are a' rinnin',
Rin, Jeanie, rin fast, or the show will be past,
Rin, rin, an' bring word to me.
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What's this vain world to me?-
Rest is not here;
False are the smiles I see,
The mirth I hear.
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