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Cairn O' Mount (a poem by Alexander Balfour : 1767 - 1829)

from

"A North Country Garland"


Cairn O' Mount

As I rode down by the Brig o' Dye

And past yon hill o' broom,

A maiden sang right merrily,

Just as the sun gaed down.

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"It's Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare,

And cauld is Clochnaben'

And you will see the snow lie there

Alang the summer's end."

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I lighted off my dapple grey

And walked by her side,

Saying, "Lassie, I have lost my way

Upon your moors so wide.

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"Oh war me o' your face so fair,

Your een so bonnie blue,

The longest day I'd blythely share

To kiss your cherry mou'.

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"Oh, lassie, will you gang wi' me,

And leave your cauldrich glen?

Wi' a' my kin ye'll bear the gree,

There's wealth baith but and ben."

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"Wi' silks and satins buskit braw,

And ribbons for your hair,

And maids to answer when you ca',

So, can you wish for mair?"

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"O lassie, ye maun think a wee,

My lands are far and wide,

I've gold in banks, and ships at sea,

So come and be my bride."

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"My father left me lairdships twa,

A coach at my command,

I'll make you lady o'er them a',

If you'll give me your hand."

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"Though Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare,

You're no a match for me;

My Donald he is a' my care,

Ride on and let me be."

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"He meets me on yon hill so green

His heart is leal and true

If Donald heard my angry scream

He soon would make you rue."

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"O, lassie, think, your Donald's poor,

Has neither horse nor coo;

A shepherd straggling o'er the moor

Is not a match for you."

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"Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare,

And cauld is Clochnaben;

I'd rather meet my Donald here

Than be fair Scotland's queen."

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"O lassie, I am loathe to tell,

You throw your love awa;

Your Donald brawly kens himsel'

Last gloamin' what I saw."

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"As I rode by his shielin' door

I spied a Highland maid,

Your Donald kissed her o'er and o'er,

And rolled her in his plaid."

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"Though you would swear wi' solemn oath

What you have told to me,

I would not dread my Donald's faith

But say, 'Base loon, ye lee."

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It's he's thrown off his lowland dress,

Combed down his yellow hair,

Saying, "Lassie ye've been true to me,

And now we'll part nae mair."

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"Nae mair I'm shepherd o' the glen,

But laird ayont the Dee;

And since ye have been true to me,

I'll aye prove true to thee."


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