Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 145. Song—Yon Wild Mossy Mountains |
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| YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, | |
| That nurse in their bosom the youth o’ the Clyde, | |
| Where the grouse lead their coveys thro’ the heather to feed, | |
| And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed. | |
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| Not Gowrie’s rich valley, nor Forth’s sunny shores, | 5 |
| To me hae the charms o’yon wild, mossy moors; | |
| For there, by a lanely, sequesterèd stream, | |
| Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. | |
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| Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, | |
| Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath; | 10 |
| For there, wi’ my lassie, the day lang I rove, | |
| While o’er us unheeded flie the swift hours o’love. | |
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| She is not the fairest, altho’ she is fair; | |
| O’ nice education but sma’ is her share; | |
| Her parentage humble as humble can be; | 15 |
| But I lo’e the dear lassie because she lo’es me. | |
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| To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, | |
| In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs? | |
| And when wit and refinement hae polish’d her darts, | |
| They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts. | 20 |
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| But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e’e, | |
| Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; | |
| And the heart beating love as I’m clasp’d in her arms, | |
| O, these are my lassie’s all-conquering charms! | |
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