Poem by Allan Cunningham

The Lass of Lammermoor

I MET a lass on Lammermoor
  Atween the corn and blooming heather,
Around her neck red gowd she wore,
  And in her cap she wore a feather;
Her step was light, her eyes were bright,
  Her face shone out like summer weather;
“Birds sing, sweet lass, they love to see
  Sic beauty ’mang the blooming heather.”

O, sic a geck she gave her head,
  And sic a toss she gave her feather,
“Man, saw ye ne’er a bonnie lass
  Before amang the blooming heather?”
“Pass on, pass on, so fair a ane
  Might be less scornfu’; I would rather
Ha’e one whom I ken in her snood,
  Than thee in thy bright cap and feather.”

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