Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill

Tune-"The Quaker's Wife."

      Blythe hae I been on yon hill,      As the lambs before me;      Careless ilka thought and free,      As the breeze flew o'er me;      Now nae langer sport and play,      Mirth or sang can please me;      Lesley is sae fair and coy,      Care and anguish seize me.       Heavy, heavy is the task,      Hopeless love declaring;      Trembling, I dow nocht but glow'r,      Sighing, dumb despairing!      If she winna ease the thraws      In my bosom swelling,      Underneath the grass-green sod,      Soon maun be my dwelling.