The Blue-Eyed Lassie
The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series
I.
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.
II.
She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,She charm'd my soul I wist na how;And ay the stound, the deadly wound,Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.But "spare to speak, and spare to speed"—She'll aiblins listen to my vow:Should she refuse, I'll lay my deadTo her twa een sae bonie blue.