His titty she was baith wylie and slee:
She spied me as I cam owre the lea;
And then she ran in and made a loud din--
Believe your ain e'en, an ye trow not me.
His bonnet stood ay fu' round on his brow,
His auld ane look'd ay as well as some's new:
But now he lets 't wear ony gait it will hing,
And casts himsel dowie upon the corn bing.
And now he gaes daund'ring about the dykes,
And a' he dow do is to hund the tykes:
The live-lang nicht he ne'er steeks his e'e--
And werena my heart's licht, I wad dee.
Were I but young for thee, as I hae been,
We should hae been gallopin' doun in yon green,
And linkin' it owre the lily-white lea--
And wow, gin I were but young for thee!
may] maid. biggit] built. gait] way, path.
hecht]
promised. titty] sister. dwam] sudden illness.
appose]
suppose. pickles] small quantities. hing] hang.
dowie]
dejectedly. hund the tykes] direct the dogs. steeks]
closes.
linkin'] tripping.
WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729
431.
False though She be
FALSE though she be to me and love,
I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.
In hours of bliss we oft have met:
They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
I'm grateful for the past.
432.
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