Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Bonnie Lass o’ Woodhouselee
By Robert Allan (1774–1841)T
But sweeter far on Woodhouselee,
And dear I like his setting beam
For sake o’ ane sae dear to me.
It was na simmer’s fairy scenes,
In a’ their charming luxury,
But Beauty’s sel’ that won my heart,
The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee.
Sae piercin’ was her coal-black e’e,
Sae sairly wounded was my heart,
That had na wist sic ills to dree;
In vain I strave in beauty’s chains,
I cou’d na keep my fancy free,
She gat my heart sae in her thrall,
The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee.
Where aft is heard the hum of bee,
The meadow green, and breezy hill,
Where lambkins sport sae merrilie,
May charm the weary, wand’rin’ swain,
When e’enin’ sun dips in the sea,
But a’ my heart, baith e’en and morn,
Is wi’ the lass o’ Woodhouselee.
And dew-clad gowans on the lea,
The water-lily on the lake,
Are but sweet emblems a’ of thee;
And while in simmer smiles they bloom,
Sae lovely, and sae fair to see,
I ’ll woo their sweets, e’en for thy sake,
The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee.