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Won't you help support DayPoems? Huntingtower (When Ye Gang Awa, Jamie)By Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 232 Jeanie: When ye gang awa, Jamie Far across the sea, laddie, When ye gang to Germanie, What will ye send to me, laddie? Jamie: I'll send ye a braw new gown, Jeanie, I'll send ye a braw new gown, lassie, And it shall be o' silk and gowd, Wi' Valenciennes set round, lassie. Jeanie: That's nae gift ava, Jamie, That's nae gift ava, laddie, There's ne'er a gown in a' the land, I'd like when ye're awa, laddie. Jamie: When I come back again, Jeanie, When I come again, lassie, I'll bring wi' me o' gallant gay, To be your ain gude man, lassie. Jeanie: Be my gudeman yoursel', Jamie, Be my gudeman yoursel', laddie, And tak' me ower to Germanie, Wi' you at hame to dwell, laddie. Jamie: I dinna ken how that wad do, Jeanie, I dinna see how that can be, lassie, For I've a wife and bairnies three, And I'm not sure how ye'd agree, lassie. Jeanie: Ye should hae telt me that in time, Jamie, Ye should hae telt me that lang syne, laddie, For had I kent o' your fause heart, Ye ne'er had gotten mine, laddie. Jamie: Your een were like a spell, Jeanie, Your een were like a spell, lassie, That ilka day betwitch'd me sae, I couldna help mysel', lassie. Jeanie: Gae back to your wife and hame, Jamie, Gae back to your bairnies three, laddie, And I will pray they ne'er may thole A broken heart like me, laddie. Jamie: Dry that tearfu' e'e, Jeanie, Dry that tearfu' e'e, lassie, I've neither wife nor bairnies three, And I'll wed none but thee, lassie. Jeanie: Think weel, for fear ye rue, Jamie, Think weel, for fear ye rue, laddie; For I have neither gowd nor lands, To be a match for you, laddie. Jamie: Blair in Athol's mine, Jeanie, Little Dunkeld is mine, lassie, St. Johnstoun's bower, and Huntingtower, And a' that's mine is thine lassie. DayPoems Poem No. 2529 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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