English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Susanna Blamire
346. And Ye Shall Walk in Silk Attire
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And siller hae 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 croun,
Gin frae my love I part?
Far dearer is to me;
And ere I’m forced to break my faith,
I’ll lay me doun 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.
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 doun and dee.