Classic Poem

Our Jean likes the mornin' when milkin the kye,
An' May thinks the noontide gangs merrily by;
But nane o' them a' are sae saft and serene
As the hours when the lads come a-courtin' at e'en —
A-courtin' at e'en — a-courtin' at e'en —
As the hours when the lads come a-courtin' at e'en!

The sun quietly slips o'er the top o' the hill,
An' the plover its gloamin' sang whistles fu' shrill,
Syne dimness comes glidin' where daylight hath been,
An' the dew brings the lads who come courtin' at e'en.
Courtin' at e'en — courtin' at e'en —
An' the dew brings the lads who come courtin' at e'en!

When the men-folk are crackin' o' owsen an' land,
An' the kimmers at spinnin' are tryin' their hand,
I see at the window the face o' a frien',
An' I ken that my joe 's come a courtin' at e'en.
A-courtin' at e'en — a courtin' at e'en —
An' I ken that my joe 's come a courtin' at e'en!

I never let on but I cannily gang
To the door to my laddie, an' a' may think lang:
An' the warm simmer gale may blaw snelly an' keen
Ere I leave the braw lad who comes courtin' at e'en.
Courtin' at e'en — courtin' at e'en —
Ere I leave the braw lad who comes courtin' at e'en!

Awa 'mang the stacks wi' my dearie I gae;
An' we dern oursel's down 'mang the fresh aiten strae —
There we cozilie crack, while thegither we lean;
An' blithe is the time o' our courtin' at e'en —
Courtin' at e'en — courtin' at e'en —
An' blithe is the time o' our courtin' at e'en!

Neist mornin' they meet me wi' floutin' an' jeers,
An' about my braw wooer ilk ane o' them speers;
But for floutin' an' scornin' I carena, I ween,
Compared wi' the lad who comes courtin' at e'en.
Courtin' at e'en — courtin' at e'en —
Compared wi' the lad who comes courtin' at e'en!