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Mistrysted.
MISTRYSTED .
BY L . A . JOHNSTONE . I FEEL the nicht as I wud choke , I feel I canna breathe within ; My mither threeps that women fowk
Sud ever bide at hame an' spin ; I trow when faither used tae spiel The brae , and whustle o ' er the moor , She didna' sit an' birl her wheel , An' never look ayont the door . Sae I wud wander doon the brae
Whauf him an' me strayed ilka e ' en ; An' think , as a' my lane I gae On a' the joy thatmicht hae been . They say a bonnier lass he ' s f oun 'Ah weel , that was na' ill tae do—But he maun seek braid Scotland roun ' Or ere he licht on ane as true .
I wunner if her heart does beat Whan in the gloaming he comes ben ; Is it that sail * , she fain wud greet Whan he gangs ower the door again ? I wunner is she far ower blate Tae raise tae his her happy ee ,
For fear the joy she kens is great , Is mair than , maybe , he sud see ? I wunner does he cast a thocht On ane wha ance was a' tae him ; I wunner—whiles mail * than I ocht—Till heart is sail * an' een are dim .
Ay , here the sun sank red an' roun , An' here we heard the laverock ' s sang , An' here was whaur we sat us doun , Here whaur the burnie flashed alang . Last yearwe daun ' ered down the braes ;
, Last year , we heard the gowk ' s first cry ; Last year , we pu ' ed the nuts an' slaes , An' watched the honey bees sail by ; An' here , a mavis built her nest , Close underneath the auld stone wa ' , But ane her peacefu' hame has guessed ,
An' stole the mavis' nest awa ' . My mither says she ' s fairly sick To see me gang a' day an' mourn ; When lads , she says , are aye as thick As are the haws on ilka tkom .
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Mistrysted.
MISTRYSTED .
BY L . A . JOHNSTONE . I FEEL the nicht as I wud choke , I feel I canna breathe within ; My mither threeps that women fowk
Sud ever bide at hame an' spin ; I trow when faither used tae spiel The brae , and whustle o ' er the moor , She didna' sit an' birl her wheel , An' never look ayont the door . Sae I wud wander doon the brae
Whauf him an' me strayed ilka e ' en ; An' think , as a' my lane I gae On a' the joy thatmicht hae been . They say a bonnier lass he ' s f oun 'Ah weel , that was na' ill tae do—But he maun seek braid Scotland roun ' Or ere he licht on ane as true .
I wunner if her heart does beat Whan in the gloaming he comes ben ; Is it that sail * , she fain wud greet Whan he gangs ower the door again ? I wunner is she far ower blate Tae raise tae his her happy ee ,
For fear the joy she kens is great , Is mair than , maybe , he sud see ? I wunner does he cast a thocht On ane wha ance was a' tae him ; I wunner—whiles mail * than I ocht—Till heart is sail * an' een are dim .
Ay , here the sun sank red an' roun , An' here we heard the laverock ' s sang , An' here was whaur we sat us doun , Here whaur the burnie flashed alang . Last yearwe daun ' ered down the braes ;
, Last year , we heard the gowk ' s first cry ; Last year , we pu ' ed the nuts an' slaes , An' watched the honey bees sail by ; An' here , a mavis built her nest , Close underneath the auld stone wa ' , But ane her peacefu' hame has guessed ,
An' stole the mavis' nest awa ' . My mither says she ' s fairly sick To see me gang a' day an' mourn ; When lads , she says , are aye as thick As are the haws on ilka tkom .