Volume Ii Part 65 (2/2)
I ha'e thought an' thought, but darena tell, I've studied them wi' a' my skill, I've lo'ed them better than mysel', I've tried again to like them ill.
Wha sairest strives, will sairest rue, To comprehend what nae man can; When he has done what man can do, He'll end at last where he began.
That they ha'e gentle forms an' meet, A man wi' half a look may see; An' gracefu' airs, an' faces sweet, An' waving curls aboon the bree!
An' smiles as saft as the young rose-bud, An' e'en sae pawky, bright, an' rare, Wad lure the laverock frae the clud-- But, laddie, seek to ken nae mair!
James Hogg [1770-1835]
”LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS”
I lately lived in quiet ease, An' never wished to marry, O!
But when I saw my Peggy's face, I felt a sad quandary, O!
Though wild as ony Athol deer, She has trepanned me fairly, O!
Her cherry cheeks an' een sae clear Torment me late an' early, O!
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness!
To tell my feats this single week Wad mak a daft-like diary, O!
I drave my cart out owre a dike, My horses in a miry, O!
I wear my stockings white an' blue, My love's sae fierce an' fiery, O!
I drill the land that I should pleugh, An' pleugh the drills entirely, O!
Ae morning, by the dawn o' day, I rase to theek the stable, O!
I cuist my coat, an' plied away As fast as I was able, O!
I wrought that morning out an' out, As I'd been redding fire, O!
When I had done an' looked about, Gudefaith, it was the byre, O!
Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget, The dear, the lovely blinkin' o't Has pierced me through an' through the heart, An' plagues me wi' the prinkling o't.
I tried to sing, I tried to pray, I tried to drown 't wi' drinkin' o't, I tried wi' sport to drive 't away, But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.
Nae man can tell what pains I prove, Or how severe my pliskie, O!
I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love Than ever I was wi' whiskey, O!
For love has raked me fore an' aft, I scarce can lift a leggie, O!
I first grew dizzy, then gaed daft, An' soon I'll dee for Peggy, O!
James Hogg [1770-1835]
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