If to thy heart I were as near
As thou art near to mine,
rd hardly care though a' the year
Nae sun on earth suld shine, my dear!
Nae sun on earth suld shine!
Twin starries are thy glancing een, —
A warld they'd licht, and mair
And gin that ye be my Christine,
Ae blink to me ye'U spare, my dear,
Ae blink to me ye'U spare
My leesome may I've wooed too lang
Aneath the trystin' tree
I've sung till a' the plantins rang
Wi' lays o' love for thee, my dear,
Wi' lays o' love for thee!
The dew-draps glisten on the green,
The laverlocks lilt on high.
We'll forth and down the lane, Christine,
And kiss when nane is nigh, my dear.
And kiss when nane is nigh!
William Motherwell
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