YTHANSIDE.
I had ae nicht, and only ane,
On flo'ry Ythanside;
An' kith or kindred I hae nane
That dwall by Ythanside;
Yet midnicht dream and morning vow,
At hame they winna bide,
But pu' and pu' my willing heart
Awa' to Ythanside.
What gars its restless wand'ring wish
Seek aye to Ythanside,
An' hover round yon fairy bush
That spreads o'er Ythanside?
I think I see its pawkie boughs,
Where lovers weel might hide;
An', oh, what heart could safely sit
Yon nicht on Ythanside.
Could I return and own the scaith
I thole frae Ythanside,
Would her mild eye bend lythe on me
Ance mair on Ythanside?
Or would she crush my lowly love
Beneath a brow o' pride?
I daurna claim and maurna blame
Her heart on Ythanside.
I 'll rue yon high and heathy seat
That hangs o'er Ythanside;
I 'll rue the mill where bumies meet;
I 'll rue ye, Ythanside.
And you, ye moon, wi' luckless licht,
Pour'd a' your gowden tide
O'er sic a brow! sic e'en yon nicht!
Oh, weary Ythanside.
This is the other one in a somewhat different vein, but with equal magic in its melody and tender sweetness of expression:—