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J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.

By Susanna Blamire (1747–1794)

Song: “And ye shall walk in silk attire”

AND ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller ha’e to spare,

Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,

Nor think o’ Donald mair.

Oh, wha wad buy a silken goun

Wi’ a puir broken heart?

Or what ’s to me a siller crown,

Gin frae my love I part?

The mind wha’s every wish is pure

Far dearer is to me;

And ere I’m forced to break my faith,

I’ll lay me down and dee:

For I ha’e pledged my virgin troth

Brave Donald’s fate to share.

And he has gi’en to me his heart,

Wi a’ its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,

He gratefu’ took the gift;

Could I but think to tak’ it back,

It wad be waur than theft.

For langest life can ne’er repay

The love he bears to me;

And ere I’m forced to break my troth

I’ll lay me down and dee.