Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . .M. -^ o-cx^^^HH^^^ ^Y^ ^J PHILIP JAMES BAILKY. SONG, FROM FESTUS. Oh ! the wee green neuk, the sly green neiik, The wee sly neuk for me!Whare the wheat is wavin bright and brown, And the wind is fresh and I weave wild weeds, and out o reeds Kervc whissles as I lay ;And a douce low voice is murmurin by Through the lee-Iang simmer day. Oh! the wee green neuk, & And whare fjj, things luik as though they locd To languish in the sun ;And that, if th
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . .M. -^ o-cx^^^HH^^^ ^Y^ ^J PHILIP JAMES BAILKY. SONG, FROM FESTUS. Oh ! the wee green neuk, the sly green neiik, The wee sly neuk for me!Whare the wheat is wavin bright and brown, And the wind is fresh and I weave wild weeds, and out o reeds Kervc whissles as I lay ;And a douce low voice is murmurin by Through the lee-Iang simmer day. Oh! the wee green neuk, & And whare fjj, things luik as though they locd To languish in the sun ;And that, if they feed the fire they dree, They wadna ae pang were the lift aboon is still as death. And bright as life can be ;While the douce low voice says, Na, na, na I But ye mauna luik sae at me. Oh I the wee green neuk, &c. Whare the lang rank bent is saft and culc, And freshenin till the feet;And the spot is sly, and the spinnie high, Whare my luve and I mak scat :And 1 tease her till she rins, and then I catch her roun the tree ;While the poppies shak their heids and blush Let em blush till they drap for me IOh I the wee green neuk, « I I ,^Tv,
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