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. Written on My Little Girl’s
2. Written during a State of Illness
3. Song 4 (Deign to love me, charming Mary!)
4. Advice to a Young Female
5. The Inconstant Lover

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