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Poem by Alexander A. Ritchie


The Wells o Wearie


SWEETLY shines the sun on auld Edinbro toun,
  And maks her look young and cheerie;
Yet I maun awa to spend the afternoon
  At the lanesome Wells o Wearie.

And you maun gang wi me, my winsome Mary Grieve,
  There s naught in the world to fear ye;
For I hae asked your minnie, and she has gien ye leave
  To gang to the Wells o Wearie.

O, the sun winna blink in thy bonnie blue een,
  Nor tinge the white brow o my dearie;
For I ll shade a bower wi rashes lang and green
  By the lanesome Wells o Wearie.

But, Mary, my love, beware ye dinna glower
  At your form in the water so clearly,
Or the fairy will change you into a wee, wee flower,
  And you ll grow by the Wells o Wearie.

Yestreen as I wandered there a alane,
  I felt unco douf and drearie,
For wanting my Mary, a around me was but pain
  At the lanesome Wells o Wearie.

Let fortune or fame their minions deceive,
  Let fate look gruesome and eerie;
True glory and wealth are mine wi Mary Grieve,
  When we meet by the Wells o Wearie.

Then gang wi me, my bonnie Mary Grieve,
  Nae danger will daur to come near ye;
For I hae asked your minnie, and she has gien ye leave
  To gang to the Wells o Wearie.



Alexander A. Ritchie

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