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Poem by William Reid


Kate o Gowrie


WHEN Katie was scarce out nineteen,
O, but she had twa coal-black een;
A bonnier lass ye wadna seen,
  In a the Carse o Gowrie.
Quite tired o livin a his lane,
Pate did to her his love explain,
And swore he d be, were she his ain,
  The happiest lad in Gowrie.

Quo she, I winna marry thee
For a the gear that ye can gie,
Nor will I gang a step ajee,
  For a the gowd in Gowrie.
My father will gie me twa kye;
My mothers gaun some yarn to dye;
I ll get a gown just like the sky,
  Gif I ll no gang to Gowrie.

O my dear Katie, say na sae;
Ye little ken a heart that s wae;
Hae! there s my hand; hear me, I pray,
  Sin thou ll no gang to Gowrie.
Since first I met thee at the sheil,
My saul to thee s been true and leal;
The darkest night I fear nae deil,
  Warlock, or witch in Gowrie.

I fear nae want o claes, nor nocht;
Sic silly things my mind neer taught.
I dream a nicht, and start about,
  And wish for thee in Gowrie.
I loe thee better, Kate, my dear,
Than a my riggs and out-gaun gear;
Sit down by me till ance I swear,
  Thou rt worth the Carse o Gowrie.

Syne on her mouth sweet kisses laid,
Till blushes a her cheeks oerspread;
She sighed, and in soft whispers said,
  O Pate, tak me to Gowrie!
Quo he, Let s to the auld fouk gang;
Say what they like, I ll bide their bang,
And bide a nicht, though beds be thrang,
  But I ll hae thee to Gowrie.

The auld fouk syne baith gied consent:
The priest was cad: a were content;
And Katie never did repent
  That she gaed hame to Gowrie.
For routh o bonnie bairns had she;
Mair strappin lads ye wadna see;
And her braw lasses bore the gree
  Frae a the rest o Gowrie.



William Reid


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