II.
His bonnet he,
A thought ajee,
Cock’d sprush when first he clasp’d me;
And I, I wat,
Wi’ fainness grat,
While in his grips be press’d me.
Deil tak’ the war!
I late and air
Hae wish’d since Jock departed;
But now as glad
I’m wi’ my lad,
As short syne broken-hearted.
III.
Fu’ aft at e’en
Wi’ dancing keen,
When a’ were blythe and merry,
I car’d na by,
Sae sad was I
In absence o’ my dearie.
But praise be blest,
My mind’s at rest,
I’m happy wi’ my Johnny:
At kirk and fair,
I’se ay be there,
And be as canty’s ony.
CXVII.
AE FOND KISS.
Tune—“Rory Dall’s Port.”
[Believed to relate to the poet’s parting with Clarinda. “These exquisitely affecting stanzas,” says Scott, “contain the essence of a thousand love-tales.” They are in the Museum.]
I.