THE mirk did fa' lang syne, lang syne When twa fond systres wi' hands that twine Went doun to bathe whaur the waters shine. @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 A ladde rode by as the red sun dipt, He saw her white whaur the waters whipt. He tookit her straught in hys airms and clipt. @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 "Noo systre deare, when full's your skeel Gang hame by the road that ye ken weel. I bide wi' him that is my ain leel." @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 Then wan wi' dule she greeted there Wi' drounded een and hairt maist sair To gang wi' her systre nevermair. @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 "Alas! she cried, "wae's me! wae's me! She leaves me lain whaur the waters be To follow her ladde to his ain countree." @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 They turned them then nor touchit groun' Till they rode into the far-off toun And there were blest wi' the priest abune. @3Blaw wind, bend beugh in the stormy weather, They that be leel sleep saft taegither.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS LANDSCAPE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A YEAR'S SPINNING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON FAITH, REASON, AND SIGHT by JOHN BYROM SILENT BABY by ELLEN BARTLETT CURRIER |