English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 340. Logie o’ Buchan |
| | | George Halket (d. 1756(?)) |
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| O LOGIE o’ Buchan, O Logie the laird! | |
| They ha’e ta’en awa’ Jamie, that delved in the yaird, | |
| Wha played on the pipe and the viol sae sma’, | |
| They ha’e ta’en awa’ Jamie, the flower o’ them a’! | |
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| He said, ’Think na lang, lassie, though I gang awa’!’ | 5 |
| He said, ‘Think na lang, lassie, though I gang awa’!’ | |
| For simmer is coming, cauld winter’s awa’, | |
| And I’ll come and see thee in spite o’ them a’!’ | |
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| Though Sandy has ousen, has gear, and has kye, | |
| A house and a hadden, and siller forbye; | 10 |
| Yet I’d tak’ mine ain lad, wi’ his staff in his hand, | |
| Before I’d ha’e him, wi’ the houses and land. | |
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| My daddy looks sulky, my minnie looks sour; | |
| They frown upon Jamie because he is poor; | |
| Though I lo’e them as weel as a dochter should do, | 15 |
| They’re nae hauf sae dear to me, Jamie, as you. | |
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| I sit on my creepie, I spin at my wheel, | |
| And think on the laddie that lo’ed me sae weel: | |
| He had but a sixpence, he brak’ it in twa, | |
| And gi’ed me the hauf o’t when he gaed awa’. | 20 |
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| Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa’! | |
| Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa’! | |
| The simmer is coming, cauld winter’s awa’, | |
| And ye’ll come and see me in spite o’ them a’. | |
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