Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen |
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| 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, | 5 |
| Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew, | |
| Her heaving bosom, lily-white— | |
| It was her een sae bonie blue. | |
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| She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d; | |
| She charm’d my soul I wist na how; | 10 |
| And aye the stound, the deadly wound, | |
| Cam frae her een so bonie blue. | |
| But “spare to speak, and spare to speed;” | |
| She’ll aiblins listen to my vow: | |
| Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead | 15 |
| To her twa een sae bonie blue. | |
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