To wyle it frae me, a' the deils defy.
Wi what a struggle maun I nou impairt
My faither's will to her that hauds my hert!
I ken she loes, an her saft saul will sink,
While it stands tremblin on the hated brink
O disappointment. Heeven support my fair,
An let her comfort claim yer tender care!-
Her een are reid!---
I daurna think sae hiech: I nou repine
At the unhappy chance that made nae me
A gentle match, or still a herd kept thee.
Wha can, ithooten pain, see frae the coast
The ship that bears his a' like to be lost-
Like to be cairied by some reever's hand,
Far frae his wishes to some distant land?
Ne'er quarrel fate, whilst it wi me remains
To raise thee up, or still attend thae plains.
My faither haes forbid oor loves, I ain;
But love's superior to a parent's froun.
I fauseheid hate: come, kiss thy cares awa;
I ken to love as weel as to obey.
Sir William's generous; leave the task to me,
To mak strict duty an true love agree.
Speak on! speak ever thus, an still my grief;
But short I daur to hope the fond relief.
New thochts a gentler face will suin inspire,
That wi nice air sooms roond in silk attire;
Then I, puir me! wi sichs mey ban my fate,
When the young laird's nae mair my hertsome Pate;
Nae mair again to hear sweet tales expressed,
By the blythe shepherd that excelled the rest:
Nae mair be envied by the tattlin gang,
When Patie kissed me, when I danced or sang:
Nae mair, alake! we'll on the meedow play,
An rin hauf braithless roond the rucks o hey:
As aft-times I hae fled frae thee richt fain,
An fa'n on purpose, that I micht be tane:
Nae mair aroond the foggy knowe I'll creep,
To watch an stare upon thee while asleep.
But hear my vow - t'will help to gie me ease-
Mey sudden daith, or deidly sair disease,
An warst o ills, attend my wretched life,
If e'er to ane but ye I be a wife!
TUNE - "Wae's my hert that we should sunder."
Speak on, speak thus, an still my grief,
Haud up a hert that's sinkin under
Thae fears, that suin will want relief,
When Pate maun frae his Peggy sunder:
A gentler face, an silk attire,
A lady rich, in beauty's blossom,
Alake, puir me! will nou conspire
To steal thee frae thy Peggy's bosom.
Nae mair the shepherd, wha excelled
The rest, whase wit made them to wonder,
Shall nou his Peggy's praises tell:-
Ah! I can dee, but never sunder!
Ye meidows where we aften strayed,
Ye banks where we were wont to wander,
Sweet-scented rucks roond which we played,
Ye'll loss your sweets when we're asunder.
Again, ah! shall I never creep
Aroond the knowe wi silent duty,
Kindly to watch thee while asleep,
An wonder at thy manly beauty?
Hear, Heeven, while solemnly I vow,
Tho thoo shoud prove a wanderin lover,
Throu life to thee I shall prove true,
Nor be a wife to ony ither!
Shuir Heeven approves; an be ashuired o me,
I'll ne'er gang back o what I've sworn to thee,
An time-tho time maun interpose a while,
An I maun leave my Peggy an this isle;-
Yet time, nor distance, nor the fairest face,-
If there's a fairer - ower shall fill thy place.
I'd hate my risin fortune, shoud it move
The fair fundation o oor faithfu love.
If at my feet were crouns an sceptres laid,
To bribe my saul frae thee, delytefu maid!
For thee I'd suin leave thae inferior things,
To sic as hae the patience to be kings-
Wherefore that teir? - believe, an calm thy mind.
I greet for joy, to hear thy wirds sae kind.
When hopes were sunk, an nocht but mirk despair
Made me think life was little worth my care,
My hert was like to burst; but nou I see
Thy generous thochts will save thy love for me
Wi patience, then, I'll wait ilk wheelin year,
Hope time awa, till thoo wi joy appear;
An a' the while I'll study gentler chairms
To mak me fitter for my traiveller's airms;
I'll gain on uncle Glaud-he's far frae fuil,
An winna grudge to put me throu ilk schuil,
Where I mey mainers learn.
TUNE - "Tweedside."
When hope was quite sunk in despair,
My hert it was gaun to brak;
My life appeared worthless my care,
But nou I will save't for thy sake
Where'er my love travels by day,
Wherever he ludges by nicht,
Wi me his dear image shall stey,
An my saul keep him ever in sicht.
Wi patience I'll wait the lang year,
An study the gentlest o chairms:
Hope time awa till thoo appear,
To lock thee for aye in these airms.
Whilst thoo wast a shepherd, I prized
Nae hiecher degree in this life;
But nou I'll endeavour to rise
To a hicht that's becomin thy wife.
For beauty, that's only skin-deep,
Must fade like the gowans in Mey,
But inwardly ruited, will keep
For ever, ithoot a decay.
Nor age, nor the changes o life,
Can quench the fair fire o love,
If virtue's ingrained in the wife,
An the husband hae sense to approve.
-----That's wicely said,
An what he wares that wey shall be weel peyed,
Tho, ithoot a' the little helps o are,
Thy native sweets micht gain a prince's hert;
Yet nou, lest in oor station we offend,
We must learn modes to innocence unkend;
Affect at times to like the thing we hate,
An drap serenity to keep up state;
Lauch when we're sad, speak when we've nocht to say,
An, for the fashion, when we're blythe, seem wae;
Pey compliments to them we aft hae scorned,
Then scandalise them when their backs are turned.
If this is gentry, I haed raither be
What I am still - but I'll be aucht wi thee.
Na! na! my Peggy, I but only jest
Wi gentry's apes; for still, amangst the best,
Guid mainers gie integrity a bleeze,
When native virtues join the arts to please.
Since wi nae hazard, an sae sma' expense,
My lad frae beuks can gaither siccan sense,
Then why, ah! why shoud the tempestuous sea
Endanger thy dear life, an frichten me?
Sir William's cruel that wad force his son,
For watna-whats, sae great a risk to run.
There is nae dout but traivellin dis improve;
Yet I wad shun it for thy sake, my love;
But suin as I've sheuk aff my landwart cast
In foreign cities, hame to thee I'll haste.
Wi every settin day an risin morn,
I'll kneel to Heeven an ask thy safe return.
Under that tree, an on the Suckler-brae,
Where aft we wont, when bairns, to rin an play;
An to the Hissel-shaw, where first ye vowed
Ye wad be mine, an I as eithly trowed,
I'll aften gang, an tell the trees an flouers,
Wi joy, that they'll bear witness I am yours.
TUNE - "Bush abuin Traquair."
At settin day an risin morn,
Wi saul that still shall love thee,
I'll ask o Heeven thy safe return,
Wi a' that can improve thee.
I'll visit aft the birkin-bush,
Where first thoo kindly tauld me
Sweet tales o love, an hid my blush,
Whilst roond thoo did infald me.
To a' oor haunts I will repair,
To greenwud, shaw, or fountain;
Or where the summer-day I'd share
Wi thee upon yon mountain.
There will I tell the trees an flouers,
Frae thochts unfeigned an tender,
By vows ye're mine, by love is yours
A hert that canna wander.
My dear, allou me, frae thy temples fair,
A shinin ringlet o thy flowin hair,
Which, as a sample o each lovely chiarm,
I'll aften kiss, an wier aboot my airm.
Were't in my pouer wi better boons to please,
I'd gie the best I coud wi the same ease;
Nor wad I, if thy luck haed fa'en to me,
Been in ae jot less generous to thee.
I dout it na; but since we've little time,
To ware't on wirds wad border on a crime:
Love's safter meanin better is expressed,
When its wi kisses on the hert impressed.