Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 101. Song—Composed in Spring |
| | | | | Tune—“Jockey’s Grey Breeks.” |
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| AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees | |
| Her robe assume its vernal hues: | |
| Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, | |
| All freshly steep’d in morning dews. | |
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| Chorus.—And maun I still on Menie doat, | 5 |
| And bear the scorn that’s in her e’e? | |
| For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like a hawk, | |
| An’ it winna let a body be. | |
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| In vain to me the cowslips blaw, | |
| In vain to me the vi’lets spring; | 10 |
| In vain to me in glen or shaw, | |
| The mavis and the lintwhite sing. | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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| The merry ploughboy cheers his team, | |
| Wi’ joy the tentie seedsman stalks; | 15 |
| But life to me’s a weary dream, | |
| A dream of ane that never wauks. | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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| The wanton coot the water skims, | |
| Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, | 20 |
| The stately swan majestic swims, | |
| And ev’ry thing is blest but I. | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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| The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, | |
| And o’er the moorlands whistles shill: | 25 |
| Wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring step, | |
| I meet him on the dewy hill. | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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| And when the lark, ’tween light and dark, | |
| Blythe waukens by the daisy’s side, | 30 |
| And mounts and sings on flittering wings, | |
| A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide. | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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| Come winter, with thine angry howl, | |
| And raging, bend the naked tree; | 35 |
| Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul, | |
| When nature all is sad like me! | |
| And maun I still, &c. | |
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