Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Robert Nicoll 181437Bonnie Bessie Lee
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And mirth round her ripe lip was aye dancing slee;
And light was the footfa’, and winsome the wiles,
O’ the flower o’ the parochin—our ain Bessie Lee.
And o’er the broomy braes like a fairy would flee,
Till auld hearts grew young again wi’ love for her sake:
There was life in the blithe blink o’ Bonnie Bessie Lee.
And light as the wind ’mang the dancers was she;
And a tongue that could jeer, too, the little limmer had,
Whilk keepit aye her ain side for Bonnie Bessie Lee.
A limmer o’ a lassie!—but, atween you and me,
Her warm wee bit heartie she ne’er threw awa’,
Though mony a ane had sought it frae Bonnie Bessie Lee.
For ten years had parted my auld hame and me;
And I said to mysel’, as her mither’s door I past,
“Will I ever get anither kiss frae Bonnie Lee?”
Were it ever sae rightly he ’ll no let it be;
But I rubbit at my een, and I thought I would swoon,
How the carle had come roun’ about our ain Bessie Lee!
Twa weans at her apron and ane on her knee;
She was douce, too, and wiselike—and wisdom’s sae cauld:
I would rather ha’e the ither ane than this Bessie Lee!