NA, na, I wunna pairt wi' that, I downa gi'e it up; O' Scotlan's hamely mither tongue I canna quat the grup. It's 'bedded in my very heart, Ye needna rive an' rug; It's in my e'en an' on my tongue, An' singin' in my lug. Oh, leeze me on the Scottish lass, Fresh frae her muirlan' hame, Wi' gowden or wi' coal-black hair, Row'd up wi' bucklin' kame; Or wavin' roun' her snawy broo, Sae bonnie, braid, an' brent, Gaun barefit wi' her kiltit coat, Blythe singin' ower the bent! I heard her sing "Auld Robin Gray," An' "Yarrow's Dowie Den"— O' Flodden, an' oor forest flouris Cut doun by Englishmen; My saul was fir'd, my heart was fu', The tear was in my e'e: Let ither lan's ha'e ither sangs, Auld Scotlan's sangs for me. What words mair tender, kin' an' true, Can wooer ha'e to say, Whan doun the burn at gloamin' fa', He meets his bonnie May? Or words mair sweet, mair saft an' dear, Can lassie ha'e to speak, Whan love is dancin' in her e'e An' glowin' on her cheek! For, oh, the meltin' Doric lay, In cot or clachan sung, The words that drap like hinny dew Frae mither Scotlan's tongue, Ha'e power to thrill the youthfu' heart An' fire the patriot's min'; To saften grief in ilka form It comes to human kin'. I saw a waefu' mither kneel On weary, tremblin' knee, Beside the cradle where she laid Her bairnie doon to dee. An' aye she kissed the cauld white cheek, An' aye she made her mane, "My ain wee lamb, my ain sweet doo, Frae me for ever gane!" The faither straikit back her hair, An' dichtit saft her e'en, "Wee Willie's gane, thy marrow's here, Thy life-lang lovin' frien'." She leant her on his faithfu' breast, An' sabbed "Wilt thou forgi'e My sinfu' grief for bairnie lost, Whan I ha'e God an' thee." My mither, tho' the snaws o' eld Are on my pow an' thine, My heart is leal to thee as in The days o' auld langsyne. Thy hamely worth, thy couthie speech, Are dear—hoo dear to me! An' neist to God, my John, an' bairns, Thy place s'all ever be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 47. BROKEN MUSIC by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HYMNE (TO BE SUNG WITH THREE VOICES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |