Wearie's Well

In a saft simmer gloamin',In yon dowie dell,It was there we twa first metBy Wearie's cauld well.We sat on the brume bankAnd looked in the burn,But sidelang we looked onHk ither in turn.

The corn-craik was chirmingHis sad eerie cry,And the wee stars were dreamingTheir path through the sky;The burn babbled freelyIts love to ilk flower,But we heard and we saw noughtIn that blessed hour.

We heard and we saw noughtAbove or around;

We felt that our love lived,And loathed idle sound,I gazed on your sweet faceTill tears filled my ee,And they drapt on your wee loof,—A warld's wealth to me.

Now the winter snaw's fa'ingOn bare holm and lea;And the cauld wind is strippin'Ilk leaf aff the tree.But the snaw fa's not faster,Nor leaf disna partSae sune frae the bough, asFaith fades in your heart.

Ye've waled out anitherYour bridegroom to be;But can his heart luve saeAs mine luvit thee?Ye'll get biggings and mailins,And monie braw claes;But they a' winna buy backThe peace o' past days.

Fareweel, and for ever,Aly first luve and last,Afay thy joys be to come,—Aline live in the past.In sorrow and sadness,This hour fa's on me;But light, as thy luve, mayIt fleet over thee!