Obrázky na stránke
PDF
ePub

SELECT POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS.

1773-1783.

HANDSOME NELL.

TUNE "I am a Man unmarried."

O, ONCE I lov'd a bonnie lass,
Aye, and I love her still,

And whilst that virtue warms my breast

I'll love my handsome Nell.

Fal lal de ral, &c.

As bonnie lasses I hae seen,
And mony full as braw,
But for a modest gracefu' mien
The like I never saw.

A bonnie lass, I will confess
Is pleasant to the e'e,

But, without some better qualities

She's no a lass for me.

But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet,
And what is best of a',

Her reputation is complete,
And fair without a flaw.

She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel:

And then there's something in her gait
Gars onie dress look weel.

A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart,
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.

"Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul!

For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.
Fal lal de ral, &c.

THE RIGS O' BARLEY.

TUNE" Corn rigs are bonnie."

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie:

The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,
To see me thro' the barley.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;

I set her down, wi' right good will,

Amang the rigs o' barley;

I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again
Amang the rigs o' barley.

I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely;
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!

But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She ay shall bless that happy night
Amang the rigs o' barley.

I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,

Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.

CHORUS.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

An' corn rigs are bonnie:

I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

« PredošláPokračovať »