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My Little May
By Norman Macleod (1812–1872)
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Glintin’ ’mang the flowers o’ spring;
Like a lintie she was cantie,
Like a lintie she could sing;—
Singing, milking in the gloamin’,
Singing, herding in the morn,
Singing ’mang the brackens roaming,
Singing shearing yellow corn!
Oh the bonnie dell and dingle,
Oh the bonnie flowering glen,
Oh the bonnie bleezin’ ingle,
Oh the bonnie but and ben!
Nane were glad that said fareweel;
Never was a blyther, better,
Bonnier bairn, frae croon to heel!
Oh the bonnie dell and dingle,
Oh the bonnie flowering glen,
Oh the bonnie bleezin’ ingle,
Oh the bonnie but and ben!
Drive the sleet and drift the snaw;
May is sleeping, she was weary,
For her heart was broke in twa!
Oh wae the dell and dingle,
Oh wae the flowering glen;
Oh wae aboot the ingle,
Wae’s me baith but and ben!