Classic Poem

1

Ive been roaming in the gloaming,
Where the mist fell o'er the braes;
I had na' thoughts o' sweethearts coming,
As the rain would spoil her claes;
The cobweb lace upon the fern
Bedeck'd wi' dew on every space
The very like that Mary had
When she was in her last years place

2

The burnie trotting down the brae
A market pace is hardly seen
The river rolling far away
A race horse speed in silver sheene
And will the bonny Mary come
And will the bonny Mary dare
To face the mist and face the gloom
The evening walk with me to share

3

We'll wander o'er the ling clad brae,
We'll wander by the mountain side
And meet joy where the burnie strae's
Gif' Mary'll be my bonny bride
The mist scarce sprinkles in my face
The evening now is calm and fair
The old thorn is our trysting place
And I'll meet bonny Mary there