Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

The Maiden's Vow

Air — "Comin' thro' the Rye."

I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
For the only ane that I think on
Will never think o' me.

Now gane to a far distant shore,
Their face nae mair I'll see;
But often will I think o' them,
That winna think o' me.

Gae owre, gae owre noo, gude Sir John,
Oh, dinna follow me;
For the only ane I ere thocht on,
Lies buried in the sea.

1. The Lass o’ Gowrie
2. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
3. Fell He on the Field of Fame
4. He's Owre the Hills that I Lo'e Weel
5. Hey the Rantin' Murray's Ha'

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