Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems. V. Rothesay BayDinah Maria Craik (18261887)
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Far doun the braid hillside;
It is the brawest harst-field
Alang the shores o’ Clyde,—
And I’m a puir harst-lassie
Wha stands the lee-lang day
Shearing the corn-rigs of Ardbeg
Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.
Now, I hae nane ava;
And I had three braw brithers,
But I hae tint them a’;
My father and my mither
Sleep i’ the mools this day,
I sit my lane amang the rigs
Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.
And bonnier at the noon,
But it’s bonniest when the sun draps
And red comes up the moon:
When the mist creeps o’er the Cumbrays
And Arran peaks are gray,
And the great black hills, like sleepin’ kings,
Sit grand roun’ Rothesay Bay,
And a saut tear blin’s my e’e,—
And I think o’ that far Countrie
Whar I wad like to be!
But I rise content i’ the morning
To wark while wark I may,
I’ the yellow harst-field of Ardbeg
Aboon sweet Rothesay Bay.