In simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav’d green in ilka field,
While claverblooms white o’er the lea
And roses blawin ilka beild!
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
Says-“I’ll be wed, come o’twhat will”:
Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;
“O’ gudeadvisement comes nae ill.
“It’s ye hae wooers mony ane,
And lassie, ye’re but young ye ken;
Then wait a wee, and canniewale
A routhie butt, a routhieben;
There’s Johnie o’ the Buskie-glen,
Fu’ is his barn, fu’is his byre;
Take this fraeme, my boniehen,
It’s plenty beets the luver’s fire.”
“For Johnie o’ the Buskie-glen,
I dinnacare a single flie;
He lo’es saeweel his craps and kye,
He has naelove to spare for me;
But blythe’s the blink o’ Robie’s e’e,
And weelI wathe lo’es me dear:
Aeblinko’ him I wadnagie
For Buskie-glen and a’his gear.”
“O thoughtless lassie, life’s a faught;
The canniestgate, the strife is sair;
But aye fu’-han’tis fechtin’ best,
A hungry care’s anuncocare:
But some will spend and some will spare,
An’wilfu’ folk maun hae their will;
Syneas ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mindthat ye maundrink the yill.”
“O gear will buy me rigs o’ land,
And gearwill buy me sheep and kye;
Butthe tender heart o’leesomelove,
The gowdand sillercannabuy;
We may be poor-Robie and I-
Light is the burden love lays on;
Content and love brings peace and joy-
What mairhaeQueens upon a throne?”