THE SCOTTISH LASSIE. 27 



[This song was one of the Author's earliest productions.] 



ANEATH the dusky peak o' Cheviot, 



Where the falcon spreads his flashing wings, 

 Where the wild thyme springs, and blue-bells 

 blossom, 



And the lavrock o'er the yowe-bught sings ; 

 Where the fox-foot creeps, and the blackcock 

 croos, 



By auld gray stell and mossy stane, 

 There I o'erhied the Scottish Lassie, 



Gaun a yowe-milking a' alane. 



Her sonsie brow sae brent an' bonnie ; 



Her skin was like ths lilies fair ; 

 Her eyes were like the sparkling diamonds ; 



Her lips were like the rubies rare ; 

 Round her wee mou' were lovely dimples ; 



Her cheeks were o' the moss-rose hue ; 

 While o'er her snow-white neck in freedom, 



Her yellow hair in ringlets flew. 



