Poem by James Tytler

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The bonnie bruckit* lassie,
	She’s blue beneath the een:
She was the fairest lassie
	That dansit on the green.
A lad he lo’ed her dearly,
	She did his love return;
But he his vows has broken,
	And left her for to mourn.

‘My shape,’ she says, ‘was handsome,
	My face was fair and clean;
But now I’m bonnie bruckit,
	And blue beneath the ecn.
My eyes were bright and sparkling
	Before that they turned blue;
But now they‘re dull wi’ weeping,
	And a’ my love, for you.

‘My person it was comely;
	My shape, they said, was neat:
But now I am quite changit,
	My stays they winna meet.
A’ nicht I sleepit soundly;
	My mind was never sad;
But now my rest is broken
	Wi’ thinking o’ my lad.

‘O could I live in darkness,
	Or hide me in the sea,
Since my love is unfaithful,
	And has forsaken me!
No other love I suffered
	Within my breast to dwell;
In nought I have offended,
	But loving him too well!

‘Her lover heard her mourning,
	As by he chanced to pass;
And pressed unto his bosom
	The lovely bruckit lass.
‘My dear,’ he said, ‘cease grieving;
	Since that ye lo’ed so true,
My bonnie, bruckit lassie,
	I’ll faithfu’ prove to you.’

* bruckit, white-faced, pale.

1. Lass’, Gin Ye Lo’e Me
2. Loch Erroch Side

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