Blythe Hae I been on Yon Hill
Tune—“The Quaker’s Wife.”
Blythe hae I been on yon hill,As the lambs before me;Careless ilka thought and free,As the breeze flew o’er me;Now nae langer sport and play,Mirth or sang can please me;Lesley is sae fair and coy,Care and anguish seize me.
Heavy, heavy is the task,Hopeless love declaring;Trembling, I dow nocht but glow’r,Sighing, dumb despairing!If she winna ease the thrawsIn my bosom swelling,Underneath the grass-green sod,Soon maun be my dwelling.