Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Huntingtower
By Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)“W
When ye gang awa’, laddie,
What will ye gi’e my heart to cheer,
When ye are far awa’, Jamie?”
I ’ll gi’e ye a braw new gown, lassie,
An’ it will be a silken ane,
Wi’ Valenciennes trimmed round, Jeanie.”
That ’s nae luve at a’, Jamie,
How could I bear braw gowns to wear,
When ye are far awa’, laddie?
Mind me when awa’, laddie,
For out o’ sicht is out o’ mind
Wi’ mony folk we ken, Jamie.”
Forgot ye ne’er can be, lassie;
O, gang wi’ me to the north countrie,
My bonnie bride to be, Jeanie.
The burnies runnin’ clear, lassie,
’Mang birks and braes, where wild deer strays,
O, come wi’ me, and see, lassie.”
I tell’d ye sae afore, Jamie;
Till free consent my parents gi’e,
I canna gang wi’ thee, Jamie.”
Then they will forgi’e, lassie;
How can ye be sae cauld to me,
Wha ’s lo’ed ye weel and lang, lassie.”
No sae lang as them, Jamie;
A grief to them I wadna be,
No for the Duke himsel’, Jamie.
To keep frae poortith free, Jamie;
An’ then their blessing they will gi’e
Baith to you and me, Jamie.”
Huntingtower is mine, Jeanie;
Huntingtower an’ Blairnagower,
An’ a’ that ’s mine is thine, Jeanie!”