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Herdin’ the Kye.
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Herdin’ the Kye.
The wild snaw-clouds were driftin’
Athart the wintry sky,
As thro’ the gusty gloamin’
I went to herd the kye.
I row’d my plaidie roun’ me,
An’ shiver’d in the blast;
When o’er the knowe cam’ Jamie,
An’ clasp’d me close an’ fast!
Athart the wintry sky,
As thro’ the gusty gloamin’
I went to herd the kye.
I row’d my plaidie roun’ me,
An’ shiver’d in the blast;
When o’er the knowe cam’ Jamie,
An’ clasp’d me close an’ fast!
I saw nae mair the snaw-clouds,
The sky seem’d bonnie blue,
Refleckit frae my lad’s e’en,
That thrill’d me thro’ and thro’.
The nippin’ blast nae langer
Could do me ony skaith,
For luve was in my laddie’s clasp
Eneuch to warm us baith!
The sky seem’d bonnie blue,
Refleckit frae my lad’s e’en,
That thrill’d me thro’ and thro’.
The nippin’ blast nae langer
Could do me ony skaith,
For luve was in my laddie’s clasp
Eneuch to warm us baith!
Frae aff my lips sae blae-like
He kiss’d the cauld awa,
I’ faith, that bleak grey hillside
Seem’d sunny to us twa!
Why, then, should winter fash me,
Hail, rain, an’ snaw thegither?
As lang ’s my laddie lo’es me,
’Twill aye be Simmer weather!
He kiss’d the cauld awa,
I’ faith, that bleak grey hillside
Seem’d sunny to us twa!
Why, then, should winter fash me,
Hail, rain, an’ snaw thegither?
As lang ’s my laddie lo’es me,
’Twill aye be Simmer weather!
Marie R. Randle