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.