Blithe hae I been on yon Hill

Robert Burns (1759–1796)

Blithe hae I been on yon hill,As the lambs before me;Careless ilka thought and free,As the breeze flew over me:Now nae langer sport and play,Mirth or sang can please me;Lesley is sae fair and coy,Care and anguish seize me.

Heavy, heavy is the task,Hopeless love declaring:Trembling, I dow nocht but glowr,Sighing, dumb, despairing!If she winna ease the thrawsIn my bosom swelling,Underneath the grass-green sodSoon maun be my dwelling.