Christian Milne (Кристиан Милн)

A Scotch Song

THY lovely laughing twa black een,
Sae sweet a face adorning,
Hae stown my heart, my bonny JEAN!
I sigh frae night to morning.
Thy auburn locks, that gaily play
Aroun' thy neck an' bosom;
Thy lip an' cheek, that do display
The rose an' peach's blossom--
Hae rais'd saft wishes in my breast,
Ilk' ruder thought disarming;
Smile! bonny JEAN! an' mak' me blest--
Be kind as thou art charming.
Yon cot is mine aneath the brae,
Whar bright the sun is shining;
An' yon sweet glen, what woodbines gay
Aroun' tall trees are twining;
Yon little flock upo' the hill,
What bees for sweets are straying;
Yon snaw-white lambs that by the rill
Aroun' their dams are playing;
Yon lowing heifers too are mine--
Yet a' can yield nae pleasure,
Till they an' I, sweet JEAN! are thine,
Thou dearest, richest treasure!

1. Song 10 (Dear Mary! while youth's summer lasts)
2. Written in Early Spring, 1795
3. Written on My Little Girl’s
4. Song 6 (Loud beats the drum--to arms! to arms!)
5. Song 8 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)

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