| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | The Lass o’ Arranteenie | | By Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) |
| | | FAR lone amang the Highland-hills, | |
| ’Midst Nature’s wildest grandeur, | |
| By rocky dens, and woody glens, | |
| With weary steps I wander. | |
| The langsome way, the darksome day, | 5 |
| The mountain mist sae rainy, | |
| Are nought to me when gaun to thee, | |
| Sweet lass o’ Arranteenie. | |
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| Yon mossy rosebud down the howe, | |
| Just opening fresh and bonny, | 10 |
| Blinks sweetly ’neath the hazel bough, | |
| And ’s scarcely seen by ony; | |
| Sae sweet amidst her native hills, | |
| Obscurely blooms my Jeanie, | |
| Mair fair and gay than rosy May | 15 |
| The flower o’ Arranteenie. | |
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| Now, from the mountain’s lofty brow, | |
| I view the distant ocean, | |
| There Av’rice guides the bounding prow | |
| Ambition courts promotion:— | 20 |
| Let Fortune pour her golden store, | |
| Her laurell’d favours many; | |
| Give me but this, my soul’s first wish, | |
| The lass o’ Arranteenie. | | | | |
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