English poem
The Lass of Patie's Mill
by Anonymous
The lass of Patie's mill, So bonny, blithe, and gay, In spite of all my skill, Hath stole my heart away. When tedding of the hay, Bare-headed on the green, Love 'midst her locks did play, And wanton'd in her een.
Her arms, white, round, and smooth, Breasts rising in their dawn; To age it would give youth, To press 'em with his hand. Thro' all my spirits ran An extasy of bliss, When I such sweetness sann'd, Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art, Like flow'rs which grace the wild, She did her sweets impart, When'er she spoke or smil'd. Her looks they were so mild, Free from affected pride, She me to love beguil'd, I wish'd her for my bride.
O had I all that wealth, Hoptoun's high mountains fill, Insur'd long life and health, And pleasure at my will, I'd promise, and fulfill, That none but bonny she, The lass of Patie's mill, Shou'd share the same wi' me.