blythe hae i been on yon hill
tune—“the quaker's wife.”
blythe hae i been on yon hill,
as the lambs before me;
careless ilka thought and free,
as the breeze flew o'er me;
now nae langer sport and play,
mirth or sang can please me;
lesley is sae fair and coy,
care and anguish seize me.
heavy, heavy is the task,
hopeless love declaring;
trembling, i dow nocht but glow'r,
sighing, dumb despairing!
if she winna ease the thraws
in my bosom swelling,
underneath the grass-green sod,
soon maun be my dwelling.