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(47) Page 31 - Yellow-hair'd laddie
When corn-riggs waved yellow, and blue heather-bells
Bloom'd brightly on moorland and sweet rising fells ;
Nae burns, brier, or bracken, gave trouble to me,
If I found but the berries right ripen'd for thee.
When thou ran, or wrestled, or putted the stane,
And cam aff the victor, my heart was aye fain ;
Thy ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me.
For nane can put, wrestle, or run swift as thee.
Our Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden-Broom-Knowes,"
And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes;"
There's few '' Jenny Nettles" like Nancy can sing ;
With "Through the wood, laddie," Bess gars our lugs ring :
But when my dear Peggy sings, with better skill,
The " Boatman," " Tweedsdale," or the " Lass o' the Mill,"
'Tis many times sweeter and pleasing to me ;
For though they sing nicely, they cannot like thee.
How easy can lasses trow what they desire,
With praises sae kindly increasing love's fire !
Give me still this pleasure, my study shall be
To make myself better and sweeter for thee.
Allan Eamsay.
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,
And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain.
The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go
To woods and deep glens where the hawthorn-trees grow.
There under the shade of an old sacred thorn
With freedom he sung his loves ev'ning and morn :
He sung with so soft and enchanting a sound,
That silvans and fairies, unseen, danced around.

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