@3At Polwart on the Green If you'll meet me the morn, Where lasses do convene To dance about the thorn@1; A kindly welcome you shall meet Frae her wha likes to view A lover and a lad complete, The lad and lover you. Let dorty dames say na, As lang as e'er they please, Seen caulder than the sna', While inwardly they bleeze; But I will frankly shaw my mind, And yield my heart to thee; Be ever to the captive kind, That langs na to be free. At Polwart on the Green, Among the new-mown hay, With sangs and dancing keen We'll pass the heartsome day, @3At night if beds be o'er thrang laid, And thou be twin'd of thine, Thou shalt be welcome, my dear lad, To take a part of mine@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON TWELVE SONNETS: 1. THY SWEETNESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |