I Gaed A Waefu Gate Yestreen（1 / 1）

i gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

i gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,

a gate, i fear, i'll dearly rue;

i gat my death frae twa sweet een,

twa lovely een o'bonie blue.

'twas not her golden ringlets bright,

her lips like roses wat wi' dew,

her heaving bosom, lily-white—

it was her een sae bonie blue.

she talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd;

she charm'd my soul i wist na how;

and aye the stound, the deadly wound,

cam frae her een so bonie blue.

but “spare to speak, and spare to speed;”

she'll aiblins listen to my vow:

should she refuse, i'll lay my dead

to her twa een sae bonie blue.