Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 369. Song—My Collier Laddie |
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| WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? | |
| And tell me what they ca’ ye; | |
| My name, she says, is mistress Jean, | |
| And I follow the Collier laddie. | |
| My name, she says, &c. | 5 |
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| See you not yon hills and dales | |
| The sun shines on sae brawlie; | |
| They a’ are mine, and they shall be thine, | |
| Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie. | |
| They a’ are mine, &c. | 10 |
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| Ye shall gang in gay attire, | |
| Weel buskit up sae gaudy; | |
| And ane to wait on every hand, | |
| Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie. | |
| And ane to wait, &c. | 15 |
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| Tho’ ye had a’ the sun shines on, | |
| And the earth conceals sae lowly, | |
| I wad turn my back on you and it a’, | |
| And embrace my Collier laddie. | |
| I wad turn my back, &c. | 20 |
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| I can win my five pennies in a day, | |
| An’ spen’t at night fu’ brawlie: | |
| And make my bed in the collier’s neuk, | |
| And lie down wi’ my Collier laddie. | |
| And make my bed, &c. | 25 |
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| Love for love is the bargain for me, | |
| Tho’ the wee cot-house should haud me; | |
| And the warld before me to win my bread, | |
| And fair fa’ my Collier laddie! | |
| And the warld before me, &c. | 30 |
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