And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside, Gie little Kate her button gown And mak their shoon as black as slaes, It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been long awa. There's twa fat hens upo' the coop Mak haste and thraw their necks about, And spread the table neat and clean, For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa? Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, 40 45 50 I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, 46. And bring the lassie back to me What sighs and vows amang the knowes How fond to meet, how wae to part To whom the heart is seen, JOHN ANDERSON R. Burns CXCVII 5 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among His silver-winding way : Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade! Ah fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, To breathe a second spring. D Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen To chase the rolling circle's speed While some on earnest business bent 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, That fly th' approach of morn. Alas! regardless of their doom No sense have they of ills to come Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey, the murderous band! 60 |