Blythe Hae I Been / Robert Burns

I.

Blythe hae I been on yon hill

As the lambs before me;

Careless ilka thought and free

As the breeze flew o'er me.

Now nae langer sport and play,

Mirth or sang can please me;

Lesley is sae fair and coy,

Care and anguish seize me.

II.

Heavy, heavy is the task,

Hopeless love declaring:

Trembling, I dow nocht but glow'r,

Sighing, dumb, despairing!

If she winna ease the thraws

In my bosom swelling,

Underneath the grass-green sod

Soon maun be my dwelling.