English poetry

British Poets Biographies Poems About Random Poem
The Rating of Poets The Rating of Poems

Poem by Robert Burns


The Lass of Ecclefechan


GAT ye me, O gat ye me,
  O gat ye me wi naething?
Rock and reel, and spinnin wheel,
  A mickla quarter basin.
Bye attour, my gutcher has
  A heigh house and a laigh ane,
A forbye, my bonnie sel,
  The toss of Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
  O haud your tongue and jauner;
I held the gate till you I met,
  Syne I began to wander:
I tint my whistle and my sang,
  I tint my peace and pleasure;
But your green graff, now, Luckie Laing,
  Wad airt me to my treasure.



Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. The Chevaliers Lament
  2. Come, Let Me Take Thee
  3. Heres his Health in Water!
  4. Come Boat Me Oer To Charlie
  5. Whan I Sleep I Dream


Poem to print To Print Poem

721 Views



The Last Poems


@Mail.ru

English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru