WALY, WALY, BUT LOVE BE BONNY. O WALY, waly up the bank, And waly, waly down the brae, And waly, waly yon burn side, Where I and my love wont to gae. I leaned my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bowed, and syne it brakSae my true love did lightly me! O waly, waly, but love be bonny, O wherefore should I busk my head? And says he'll never love me mair. Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed; Since my true love has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle Death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I'm weary. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemency; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town, But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been sae ill to win, O, O, if my young babe were born, ANONYMOUS. JEANIE MORRISON. I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that 's blawn on Beltane e'en O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time-sad time! twa bairns at scule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee. O, mind ye how we hung our heads, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran off to speel the braes, The broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about— She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down "Thanks!" said the Judge, "a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaffed." He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And listened, while a pleased surprise At last, like one who for delay Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah me! "He would dress me up in silks so fine, "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat. "I'd dress my mother so grand and gay "And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all should bless me who left our door." The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, "A form more fair, a face more sweet, "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair. "Would she were mine, and I to-day, "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, "But low of cattle and song of birds, And his mother, vain of her rank and gold. So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, Then talked of the haying, and wondered And Maud was left in the field alone. whether The cloud in the west would bring foul But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, weather. When he hummed in court an old love tune; |