Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TARBOLTON LASSES, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If ye gae up to yon hill-tap Last Line: It's bessy's ain opinion! Subject(s): Women | ||||||||
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonnie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth's a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome fortune: Wha canna win her in a night, Has little art in courtin'. Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, And tak a look o' Mysie; She's dour and din, a deil within, But aiblins she may please ye. If she be shy, her sister try, Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny; If ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense -- She kens hersel she's bonnie. As ye gae up by yon hillside, Speir in for bonnie Bessy; She'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, And handsomely address ye. There's few sae bonnie, nane sae guid, In a' King George' dominion; If ye should doubt the truth o' this -- It's Bessy's ain opinion! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS |
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