the try ss
in simmer, when the hay was mawn,
and wav'd green in ilka field,
while cver blooms white o'er the lea
and roses bw in ilka beild!
blythe bessie in the milking shiel,
says—“i'll be wed, e o't what will”:
out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;
“o' gude advisement es nae ill.
“it's ye hae wooers mony ane,
and ssie, ye're but young ye ken;
then wait a wee, and ie wale
a routhie butt, a routhie ben;
there's johnie o' the buskie-glen,
fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
take this frae me, my bonie hen,
it's plenty beets the luver's fire.”
“for johnie o' the buskie-glen,
i dinna care a single flie;
he lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,
he has nae love to spare for me;
but blythe's the blink o' robie's e'e,
and weel i wat he lo'es me dear:
ae blink o' him i wad na gie
for buskie-glen and a' his gear.”
“o thoughtless ssie, life's a faught;
the iest gate, the strife is sair;
but aye fu'—han't is fe' best,
a hungry care's an unco care:
but some will spend and some will spare,
an' wilfu' folk mauheir will;
syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.”
“o gear will buy me rigs o' nd,
and gear will buy me sheep and kye;
but the tender heart o' leesome love,
the gowd and siller a buy;
we may be poor—robie and i—
light is the burden love ys on;
tent and love brings pead joy—
what mair hae queens upon a throne?”