Elinor Wylie ( )

The Prinkin Leddie

The Hielan lassies are a for spinnin, 
The Lowlan lassies for prinkin and pinnin; 
My daddie wud chide me, an so wud my minnie 
If I sud bring hame sic a prinkin leddie.

Now haud your tongue, ye haverin coward, 
For whilst Im young Ill go flounced an flowered, 
In lutestring striped like the strings o a fiddle, 
Wi gowden girdles aboot my middle.

In your Hielan glen, where the rain pours steady, 
Yell be gay an glad for a prinkin leddie; 
Where the rocks are all bare an the turf is all sodden, 
An lassies gae sad in their homespun an hodden.

My silks are stiff wi patterns o siller,
Ive an ermine hood like the hat o a miller, 
Ive chains o coral like rowan berries, 
An a cramoisie mantle that cam frae Paris.

Yell be glad for the glint o its scarlet linin 
When the larks are up an the sun is shinin; 
When the winds are up an ower the heather 
Your heartll be gay wi my gowden feather.

When the skies are low an the earth is frozen, 
Yell be gay an glad for the leddie yeve chosen, 
When ower the snow I go prinkin an prancin 
In my wee red slippers were made for dancin.

Its better a leddie like Solomons lily 
Than one thatll run like a Hielan gillie 
A-linkin it ower the leas, my laddie, 
In a raggedy kilt an a belted pladdie!

Elinor Wylie's other poems:
  1. Address to My Soul
  2. Escape
  3. The Lost Path
  4. Nadir
  5. Valentine

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