Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 275. Song—The Laddie’s dear sel’ |
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| THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity | |
| That he from our lassies should wander awa’; | |
| For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’, | |
| An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’. | |
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| His coat is the hue o’ his bonnet sae blue, | 5 |
| His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw; | |
| His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae, | |
| And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a’. | |
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| For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin; | |
| Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted an’ braw; | 10 |
| But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her, | |
| The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’. | |
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| There’s Meg wi’ the mailen that fain wad a haen him, | |
| And Susie, wha’s daddie was laird o’ the Ha’; | |
| There’s lang-tocher’d Nancy maist fetters his fancy, | 15 |
| But the laddie’s dear sel’, he loes dearest of a’. | |
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