T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Yellow, Yellow Yorlin
By Robert Burns (17591796)(An old Scots countryside song. From The Merry Muses of Caledonia, c. 1800) |
IT fell on a day, in the flow’ry month o’ May, | |
All on a merry, merry mornin’, | |
I met a pretty maid, an’ unto her I said, | |
“I wad fain fin’ your yellow, yellow yorlin’.” | |
“O no, young man,” says she, “you’re a stranger to me, | 5 |
An’ I am anither man’s darlin’, | |
Wha has baith sheep an’ cows, that’s feedin’ in the hows, | |
An’ a cock for my yellow, yellow yorlin’.” | |
“But, if I lay you down upon the dewy ground, | |
You wad na be the waur ae farthin’, | 10 |
An’ that happy, happy man, he never cou’d ken | |
That I played wi’ your yellow, yellow yorlin’.” | |
“O fie, young man,” says she, “I pray you let me be, | |
I wad na for five pounds sterling; | |
My mither wad gae mad, an’ sae wad my dad, | 15 |
If you play’d with my yellow, yellow yorlin’.” | |
But I took her by the waist, an’ laid her down in haste, | |
For a’ her squeakin’ an’ squallin’, | |
The lassie soon grew tame, an’ bade me come again | |
For to play wi’ her yellow, yellow yorlin’. | 20 |