Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | I. Admiration | | “O, saw ye the lass?” | | Richard Ryan (1796–1849) |
| | | O, SAW ye the lass wi’ the bonny blue een? | |
| Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen; | |
| Her cheek like the rose is, but fresher, I ween; | |
| She ’s the loveliest lassie that trips on the green. | |
| The home of my love is below in the valley, | 5 |
| Where wild-flowers welcome the wandering bee; | |
| But the sweetest of flowers in that spot that is seen | |
| Is the maid that I love wi’ the bonny blue een. | |
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| When night overshadows her cot in the glen, | |
| She ’ll steal out to meet her loved Donald again; | 10 |
| And when the moon shines on the valley so green, | |
| I ’ll welcome the lass wi’ the bonny blue een. | |
| As the dove that has wandered away from his nest | |
| Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best, | |
| I ’ll fly from the world’s false and vanishing scene, | 15 |
| To my dear one, the lass wi’ the bonny blue een. | | | | |
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