I GAED A WAEFU’ GATE YESTREEN.
Air—“The blue-eyed lass.”
[This blue-eyed lass was Jean Jeffry, daughter to the minister of Lochmaben: she was then a rosy girl of seventeen, with winning manners and laughing blue eyes. She is now Mrs. Renwick, and lives in New York.]
I.
I gaed a waefu’ gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I’ll dearlie rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o’ bonnie blue.
’Twas not her golden ringlets bright;
Her lips, like roses, wat wi’ dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily-white—
It was her een sae bonnie blue.
II.
She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d;
She charm’d my soul—I wist na how:
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed;
She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.