blythe hae i been on yon hill

    tune—“the quaker's wife.”

    blythe hae i been on yon hill,

    as the lambs before me;

    careless ilka thought and free,

    as the breeze flew o'er me;

    now nae langer sport and play,

    mirth or sang can please me;

    lesley is sae fair and coy,

    care and anguish seize me.

    heavy, heavy is the task,

    hopeless love declaring;

    trembling, i dow nocht but glow'r,

    sighing, dumb despairing!

    if she winna ease the thraws

    in my bosom swelling,

    underneath the grass-green sod,

    soon maun be my dwelling.