UPON ane stormy Sunday, Coming adoon the lane, Where a score of bonnie lassies -- And the sweetest I maintain Was Caddie, That I took unneath my plaidie, To shield her from the rain. She said that the daisies blushed For the kiss that I had ta'en; I wadna hae thought the lassie Wad sae of a kiss complain: "Now, laddie! I winna stay under your plaidie, If I gang hame in the rain!" But, on an after Sunday, When cloud there was not ane, This selfsame winsome lassie (We chanced to meet in the lane) Said, "Laddie, Why dinna ye wear your plaidie? Wha kens but it may rain?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |