SUSANNA BLAMIRE

SUSANNA BLAMIRE1747-1794

1747-1794

And ye shall walk in silk attire,And siller ha’e to spare,Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,Nor think o’ Donald mair.Oh, wha wad buy a silken gounWi’ a puir broken heart?Or what’s to me a siller crown,Gin frae my love I part?The mind wha’s every wish is pureFar dearer is to me;And ere I’m forced to break my faith,I’ll lay me down and dee:For I ha’e pledged my virgin trothBrave Donald’s fate to share.And he has gi’en to me his heart,Wi a’ its virtues rare.His gentle manners wan my heart,He gratefu’ took the gift;Could I but think to tak’ it back,It wad be waur than theft.For langest life can ne’er repayThe love he bears to me;And ere I’m forced to break my trothI’ll lay me down and dee.

And ye shall walk in silk attire,And siller ha’e to spare,Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,Nor think o’ Donald mair.Oh, wha wad buy a silken gounWi’ a puir broken heart?Or what’s to me a siller crown,Gin frae my love I part?The mind wha’s every wish is pureFar dearer is to me;And ere I’m forced to break my faith,I’ll lay me down and dee:For I ha’e pledged my virgin trothBrave Donald’s fate to share.And he has gi’en to me his heart,Wi a’ its virtues rare.His gentle manners wan my heart,He gratefu’ took the gift;Could I but think to tak’ it back,It wad be waur than theft.For langest life can ne’er repayThe love he bears to me;And ere I’m forced to break my trothI’ll lay me down and dee.

And ye shall walk in silk attire,And siller ha’e to spare,Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,Nor think o’ Donald mair.Oh, wha wad buy a silken gounWi’ a puir broken heart?Or what’s to me a siller crown,Gin frae my love I part?

And ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller ha’e to spare,

Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,

Nor think o’ Donald mair.

Oh, wha wad buy a silken goun

Wi’ a puir broken heart?

Or what’s to me a siller crown,

Gin frae my love I part?

The mind wha’s every wish is pureFar dearer is to me;And ere I’m forced to break my faith,I’ll lay me down and dee:For I ha’e pledged my virgin trothBrave Donald’s fate to share.And he has gi’en to me his heart,Wi a’ its virtues rare.

The mind wha’s every wish is pure

Far dearer is to me;

And ere I’m forced to break my faith,

I’ll lay me down and dee:

For I ha’e pledged my virgin troth

Brave Donald’s fate to share.

And he has gi’en to me his heart,

Wi a’ its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,He gratefu’ took the gift;Could I but think to tak’ it back,It wad be waur than theft.For langest life can ne’er repayThe love he bears to me;And ere I’m forced to break my trothI’ll lay me down and dee.

His gentle manners wan my heart,

He gratefu’ took the gift;

Could I but think to tak’ it back,

It wad be waur than theft.

For langest life can ne’er repay

The love he bears to me;

And ere I’m forced to break my troth

I’ll lay me down and dee.


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