IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wavd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white oer the lea
And roses blaw in ilka beild!
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
SaysIll be wed, come ot what will:
Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;
O gude advisement comes nae ill.
Its ye hae wooers mony ane,
And lassie, yere but young ye ken;
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale
A routhie butt, a routhie ben;
Theres Johnie o the Buskie-glen,
Fu is his barn, fu is his byre;
Take this frae me, my bonie hen,
Its plenty beets the luvers fire.
For Johnie o the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single flie;
He loes sae weel his craps and kye,
He has nae love to spare for me;
But blythes the blink o Robies ee,
And weel I wat he loes me dear:
Ae blink o him I wad na gie
For Buskie-glen and a his gear.
O thoughtless lassie, lifes a faught;
The canniest gate, the strife is sair;
But aye fu-hant is fechtin best,
A hungry cares an unco care:
But some will spend and some will spare,
An wilfu folk maun hae their will;
Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.
O gear will buy me rigs o land,
And gear will buy me sheep and kye;
But the tender heart o leesome love,
The gowd and siller canna buy;
We may be poorRobie and I
Light is the burden love lays on;
Content and love brings peace and joy
What mair hae Queens upon a throne?