Love

The Widow's Ae Bit Lassie

by Thomas C. Latto born 1818

From The Modern Scottish Minstrel, vol. 6 (1855–57)

Love

Oh, guess ye wha I met yestreen
On Kenly banks sae grassy, O!
Wha cam' to bless my waitin' een?--
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!
She brak' my gloamin' dream sae sweet,
Just whaur the wimplin' burnies meet;
The smother'd laugh--I flew to greet
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!

They glintit slee--the moon and she--
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!--
On tremblin' stream an' tremblin' me:
She is a dear wee lassie, O!
How rapture's pulse was beating fast
As Mary to my heart I claspt!
Oh, bliss divine--owre sweet to last--
I 've kiss'd the dear bit lassie, O!

She nestled close, like croodlin' doo--
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!
My cheek to hers, syne mou' to mou'--
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!
Unto my breast again, again,
I prest her guileless heart sae fain;
Sae blest were baith--now she 's my ain,
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!

Ye powers aboon, wha made her mine--
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!
My heart wad break gin I should tyne
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!
Our hearth shall glad the angels' sight;
The lamp o' love shall lowe sae bright
On me and her, my soul's delight,
The widow's ae bit lassie, O!

MLA

Latto, Thomas C. “The Widow's Ae Bit Lassie.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/latto/1/.

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Latto, Thomas C. “The Widow's Ae Bit Lassie.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/latto/1/.

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