Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi' naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A' forbye my bonnie sel, The toss o' Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Lucky Lang, Wad airt me to my treasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS BIOTHANATOS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SKETCHES OF THE TEXAS PRAIRIE: 'APRIL RAINS' by GEORGE BOND |