Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Lass of Logie
By Alexander Laing (17871857)I
Amang the braes of Yarrow;
I ’ve heard the raving winter wind
Amang the hills of Barra;
I ’ve wandered Scotland o’er and o’er,
Frae Teviot to Strathbogie:
But the bonniest lass that I ha’e seen
Is bonnie Jean of Logie.
In meekest dewy morning;
Her cheeks were like the ruddy leaf,
The bloomy brier adorning;
Her brow was like the milky flower
That blossoms in the bogie;
And love was laughing in her een,—
The bonnie lass of Logie.
My hand, my name, are ready;
I ha’e a lairdship of my ain,
And ye shall be my ladye.
I ’ve ilka thing baith out and in,
To make you blythe and vogie.”
She hung her head and sweetly smiled,—
The bonnie lass of Logie!
And wrung my heart with sorrow;
The bonnie lass sae dear to me
Can never be my marrow.
For ah! she loves another lad,—
The ploughman wi’ his cogie;
Yet happy, happy may she be,
The bonnie lass of Logie!