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| ’T WAS at the hour of gloamin’ fa’, | |
| The sun had rowed him to his rest, | |
| Ae bonnie star, the star o’ love, | |
| Sat smiling in the dappled west, | |
| The wind had left the sea’s lone breast, | 5 |
| And ’mang the birk-tree leaves lay still, | |
| When, sweeter than the wild thyme’s breath, | |
| I met the lass o’ Craigie Hill. | |
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| A fragrant odor scarcely fanned | |
| The water-lily’s gentle brow, | 10 |
| Wi’ laden wing it stole and leant | |
| Upon the lamb amang the dew; | |
| Nor woke the throstle as he slept, | |
| And dreamed o’ many a joyous trill, | |
| Amang the lovely beechen groves | 15 |
| That shade the lass o’ Craigie Hill. | |
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| The beauty of Elora’s fane | |
| Kissed by the ruby lips o’ morn, | |
| And haloed o’er wi’ pearly gems, | |
| The purest e’er from ocean borne, | 20 |
| May feast the soul o’ pilgrim worn, | |
| And make his raptured bosom thrill,— | |
| A fairer sight now blessed my eyes, | |
| The bonnie lass o’ Craigie Hill. | |
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| She walked in gladness like the morn | 25 |
| Alang the dewy velvet green, | |
| The brow o’ night grew fair and bright, | |
| Enamored wi’ her bonnie een; | |
| And on her peerless cheeks were seen | |
| The hues that opening rosebuds fill, | 30 |
| When summer skies, in rainbow dyes, | |
| Bend o’er the lass o’ Craigie Hill. | |
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| That balmy eve, that lassie fair, | |
| The looks o’ love she gave to me, | |
| Still glow within my bosom’s core, | 35 |
| As diamonds in the deep, deep sea. | |
| And till I lie on death’s dark lea, | |
| By elm-tree shade or mountain rill, | |
| The pole star o’ my heart shall be | |
| The bonnie lass o’ Craigie Hill. | 40 |
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