Robert Burns, 1786
Again rejoicing Nature sees|
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn that's in her e'e?
For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk,
An' it winna let a body be.
2. In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
3. The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
4. The wanton coot the water skims,|
Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And ev'ry thing is blest but I.
5. The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,
6. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
7. Come winter, with thine angry howl,
| Song Index | Home Page |