The select poems of DrThomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") . As on I jog my heart it loups For ane whas in the ben;But gin the lassie loes me weel^ I dinna rightly water hirsles as it rins, Aroun gaes the wheel;(Ye can hear th auld mare as she clattejs oer the stanes) Ari hanie gaes the meal. As langs I sit on th auld mares back,Im bauld as a bumbee sma, THE MILLERS OE. 441 But when I meet my dearie sweet, My bauldness rins doon my sack on the flure I drap, I steal within the ben ;Gin the millers oe thinks me her jo, I dinna rightly water hirsles as i
The select poems of DrThomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") . As on I jog my heart it loups For ane whas in the ben;But gin the lassie loes me weel^ I dinna rightly water hirsles as it rins, Aroun gaes the wheel;(Ye can hear th auld mare as she clattejs oer the stanes) Ari hanie gaes the meal. As langs I sit on th auld mares back,Im bauld as a bumbee sma, THE MILLERS OE. 441 But when I meet my dearie sweet, My bauldness rins doon my sack on the flure I drap, I steal within the ben ;Gin the millers oe thinks me her jo, I dinna rightly water hirsles as it rins, AroMi gaes the wheelj(The buckets clatter loud as they a rise an fa) ArC hame gaes the meal. To-day Ill gang to mill alan^,. An be na mair afeard;Ive been sae blate, Ill change my gate, An bauldly spier my mailin an kye, an gowd forbye, Na waur than ither men ;An gin the lassie loes or na, This day Ill rightly water hirsles as it rins, Aroun gaes the wheel;(A chicken-heartit chiel winna win a bonny lass) An hame gaes the meal. Hess Dui^ning
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