O JEANIE, my woman! whaur is't ye are gaun, Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun? There's snaw on the grun, an' nae shune on yer feet, An' ye speak na a word, but juist murther an' greet. Yer ae drogget coat is baith scrimpy an' worn, An' yer aul' leloc toush is baith dirty an' torn; An' roun' yer lean haffits, ance sonsy an' fair, Hings tautit an' tousie yer bonny broon hair. Yer wee shilpit weanie's a pityfu' prufe That yer bosom's as dry an' as queem as my lufe; For the bairn wi' the beard sooks ye sairest alace, For he draws the red bluid frae yer hert an' yer face Waesucks for ye, Jeanie! I kent ye fu' weel Whan a lass; ye war couthie, an' cantie, an' leal: Wi' cheeks like the roses, yer bonnie blue e'e, Aye glancin' an' dancin' wi' daffin' an' glee. They tauld ye that Davie was keen o' the drink, That siller ne'er baid in his pouches a blink; An' a' he got claut o' he waret on the dram, An' ae pay ne'er sert till anither ane cam.' But ye wadna be warnt, sae yer weird ye maun dree, Tho' aften ye raither wad lie doun an' dee For o' puir drucken Davie ye've nae houp ava, Sae ye're greetin', an' toilin', an fechtin' awa' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PROPHET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 27 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |