SONGS OP THE APPECTIONS. 31
PATIE.
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.
PEGGY.
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.
PATIE.
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.
PEGGY.
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.
THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE,
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.