T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Godly Girzie
By Robert Burns (1759–1796)(From The Merry Muses of Caledonia) |
THE NIGHT it was a holy night, | |
| The day had been a holy day; | |
| Kilmarnock gleam’d wi’ candle light, | |
| As Girzie hameward took her way, | |
| A man of sin, ill may he thrive! | 5 |
| And never holy meeting see! | |
| With godly Girzie met belyve, | |
| Amang the Craigie hills sae hie. | |
| The chiel’ was wight, the chiel’ was stark, | |
| He wad na wait to chap nor ca’, | 10 |
| And she was faint wi’ holy wark, | |
| She had no pith to say him na. | |
| But ay she glowr’d up to the moon, | |
| And ay she sigh’d most piouslie, | |
| “I trust my heart’s in heaven aboon, | 15 |
| “Whare’er your sinfu’ pintle be.” | |