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MY LADDIE
Oh, my laddie, my laddie,
I lo'e your very plaidie,
I lo'e your very
bonnet
Wi' the silver buckle on it,
I lo'e your collie Harry,
I lo'e
the kent ye carry;
But oh! it's past my power to tell
How much, how much I
lo'e yoursel!
Oh, my dearie, my dearie,
I could luik an' never weary
At your een sae
blue an' iaughin',
That a heart o' stane wad saften,
While your mouth sae
proud an' curly
Gars my heart gang tirlie-wirlie;
But oh! yoursel, your
very sel,
I lo'e ten thousand times as well!
Oh! my darlin', my darlin',
Let's flit whaur flits the starlin',
Let's
loll upo' the heather
A' this bonny, bonny weather;
Ye shall fauld me in
your plaidie,
My luve, my luve, my laddie;
An' close, an' close into your
ear
I'll tell ye how I lo'e ye, dear.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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