Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/137

Rh They hid him in the Bour-Tree Den,

And I thought it strange to gang my lane;

I thought it strange, I thought it sweet,

To gang there on my naked feet.

In the mirk night, when the boats were at sea,

I passed the burn abune the knee;

In the mirk night, when the folks were asleep,

I had a tryst in the den to keep.

Late and air', when the folks were asleep,

I had a tryst, a tryst to keep,

I had a lad that lippened to me,

And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

O' the bour-tree leaves I busked his bed,

The mune was siller, the dawn was red:

Was nae man there but him and me—

And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

Unco weather hae we been through:

The mune glowered, and the wind blew,

And the rain it rained on him and me,

And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!

Dwelling his lane but house or hauld,

Aft he was wet and aft was cauld;

I warmed him wi' my briest and knee—

And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!