Page:Ellen More.pdf/6

6 O my love's like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny lass,

As deep in love am I;

And I will love thee still my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the snnsun [sic],

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.





I gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen.

I a waefu' gate yestreen,

A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;

I gat my death frae twa sweet een;

Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,

Her lips like roses wet wi' dew,

Her heaving-bosom lily white,

I was her een sae bonnie blue.