the untry ss
sir, when the hay was awn,
and rn wav&039;d green ilka field,
while cver bloos white o&039;er the lea
and roses bw ilka beild!
blythe bessie the ilkg shiel,
says—“i&039;ll be wed, e o&039;t what will”:
out spake a da wrkled eild;
“o&039; gude advisent es nae ill
“it&039;s ye hae wooers ony ane,
and ssie, ye&039;re but young ye ken;
then wait a wee, and cannie wale
a routhie butt, a routhie ben;
there&039;s johnie o&039; the bkie-glen,
fu&039; is his barn, fu&039; is his byre;
take this frae , y bonie hen,
it&039;s plenty beets the ver&039;s fire”
“for johnie o&039; the bkie-glen,
i dna care a sgle flie;
he lo&039;es sae weel his craps and kye,
he has nae love to spare for ;
but blythe&039;s the blk o&039; robie&039;s e&039;e,
and weel i wat he lo&039;es dear:
ae blk o&039; hi i wad na gie
for bkie-glen and a&039; his ar”
“o thoughtless ssie, life&039;s a faught;
the canniest gate, the strife is sair;
but aye fu&039;—han&039;t is fecht&039; best,
a hungry care&039;s an un care:
but will spend and will spare,
an&039; wilfu&039; folk aun hae their will;
syne as ye brew, y aiden fair,
keep d that ye aun drk the yill”
“o ar will buy rigs o&039; nd,
and ar will buy sheep and kye;
but the tender heart o&039; lee love,
the gowd and siller canna buy;
we ay be poor—robie and i—
light is the burden love ys on;
ntent and love brgs peace and joy—
what air hae eens upon a throne?”
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