The
cows are from the pasture gone The sheep
are bleating in the pen
The
path they travelled one by one Is o'er
the fallows beat agen
The
sparrow chelps along the eaves The whasp
hums in the window pane
And I'll of
labour take my leave And gang and court
young bonny Jane
The
plums are misted o'er wi' dew And rosey
streaks the apples wear
But
Jinney's cheeks a sweeter hue Than
either apple plumb or pear
The
sun sinks o'er the willows grey And clammy
got the fields o' grain
And at her
own home ends that day I kissed the lips
O bonny Jane
Her
dark [hair] hangs in parted curl Aside
her forehead white as snow
She
seemed a maid [of] other worlds Too fair
for any thing below
We
stood beside the turnpike way Such
meetings seldom come again
That piece
of animated clay I clasped and
kissed young bonny Jane
The
mallow looked like satin flowers Cut by
some fond and fairy queen
The
nettle fit for garden bowers Did no
where look so richly green
They
cant' be common nettles sure I said and
stooped to look again
But love
stood there blind eyes to cure My ain
sweet fairy bonny Jane
The
bee resumed its honey tone around And
searched the alloes bloom
The
windows too were open thrown For buzing
whasps to leave the room
Her
hair was lappit in a comb Then twisted
glossy round again
That sweet
white bosome was loves home O my ain
dear bonny Jane
The
hens had clockit up to bed The chicks
where yet within the pen
The
sparrows from the wheatfields sped To
Jinney's mossy eaves agen
O'
Jinney is the bonny flower The severest
parting pain
Wi' many a
vow and promise fair I kissed and left
my bonny Jane
The
sun set red the weary crow Flew homeward
to the woods agen
The
willows grey waved too and fro And dews
fell like a misty rain
She
threw her kerchief o'er her hair Her
fond kiss cured the parting pain
Wi'
many a vow and promise fair I kissed and
left my bonny Jane
LP II 745
KT ii 84-5
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2 comments:
Excellent poem- has it ever been recorded as a song, or set to music?
Not to my knowledge...
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