THE LASS O' GOWRIE.
'Twas on a summer's afternoon,
A wee before the sun gaed down,
My lassie, wi' a braw new gown,
Came o'er the hill to Gowrie.
The rose-bud tinged wi' morning showers
Bloom'd fresh with'n the sunny bowers,
But Kitty was the fainst flower
That ever bloom'd in Gowrie.
I praised her beauty loud and lang,
Then round her waist my arms I flang,
And said, " My lassie , will ye gang
To view the Carse o' Gowrie
I'll take ye to my father's ha',
In yon green field beside the shaw,
And make you lady o' them a',
The brawest wife in Gowrie."
Sift kisses on her lips I laid?
The blush upon her cheek soon spread :?
She whisper'd modestly, and said,
" I'll gang wi' yon to Gowrie."
The auld folk form soon gi d their consent,
And to Mess John we quickly went,
wha tied us to our heart's content,
And now she's lady Gowrie.
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Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.178.A.2(110)
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