Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NORTHERN SONG, by THOMAS D'URFEY First Line: Sawney was tall and of noble race Last Line: For now he ne'er will be my love again. Subject(s): Scotland | ||||||||
Sawney was tall and of Noble Race, And lov'd me better than any eane; But now he ligs by another Lass, And Sawney will ne'er be my love agen: I gave him fine Scotch Sarke and Band, I put 'em on with mine own hand; I gave him House, and I gave him Land, Yet Sawney will ne'er be my Love agen. I robb'd the Groves of all their store, And nosegays made to give Sawney one; He kiss'd my Breast and feign would do more, Geud feth me thought he was a bonny one: He squeez'd my fingers, grasp'd my knee, And carv'd my Name on each green Tree, And sigh'd and languish'd to lig by me, Yet now he wo'not be my Love agen. My Bongrace and my Sun-burnt-face, He prais'd, and also my Russet Gown; But now he doats on the Copper Lace, Of some leud Quean of London Town: He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream, Whilst I poor Soul sit sighing at heam, And near joy Sawney unless in a Dream, For now he ne'er will be my Love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCOTLAND'S WINTER by EDWIN MUIR ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE FUSELAGE INSTALLATION by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA SHOOTING SEASON; IN THE NORTH OF SCOTLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN JOHN UPDIKE'S ROOM by CHRISTOPHER WISEMAN THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS |
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