Bonie Jean—A Ballad（2 / 2）

  but did na jeanie's heart loup light,
  and didna joy blink in her e'e,
  as robie tauld a tale o' love
  ae e'ening on the lily lea?
  the sun was sinking in the west,
  the birds sang sweet in ilka grove;
  his cheek to hers he fondly laid,
  and whisper'd thus his tale o' love:
  “o jeanie fair, i lo'e thee dear;
  o canst thou think to fancy me,
  or wilt thou leave thy mammie's cot,
  and learn to tent the farms wi' me?
  “at barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
  or naething else to trouble thee;
  but stray amang the heather-bells,
  and tent the waving corn wi' me.”
  now what could artless jeanie do?
  she had nae will to say him na:
  at length she blush'd a sweet consent,
  and love was aye between them twa. ↑返回顶部↑