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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LASS OF ECCLEFECHAN, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Gat ye me, o gat ye me Last Line: Wad airt me to my treasure. Subject(s): Marriage; Revenge | |||
Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi' naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A' forbye my bonnie sel, The toss o' Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Lucky Lang, Wad airt me to my treasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOUNTAIN MOTHER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY DOG AFTER LOVE by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING MINE ENEMY IS GROWING OLD by EMILY DICKINSON A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS |
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