Lost Love.

Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass
   Her een as black as sloas,
Her hair a flying' thunner claad,
   Her cheeks a blowing rooas;
Her smile coom like a sunny gleam
   Her cherry lips to curl;
Her voice wor like a murm'ring stream
   At flowed through banks o' pearl.

      Aw long'd to claim her for mi own,
         But nah mi love is crost;
      An aw mun wander on alooan,
         An' mourn for her aw've lost.

Aw couldn't ax her to be mine,
   Wi' poverty at th' door:
Aw niver thowt breet een could shine
   Wi' love for one so poor;
But nah ther's summat i' mi breast,
   Tells me aw miss'd mi way:
An' lost that lass I loved th' best
   Throo fear shoo'd say me nay.

      Aw long'd to claim her for, &c,

Aw saunter'd raand her cot at morn,
   An' oft i'th' dark o'th' neet;
Aw've knelt mi daan i'th loin to find
   Prints ov her tiny feet:
An' under th' window, like a thief,
   Aw've crept to hear her spaik,
An' then aw've hurried home agean
   For fear mi heart ud braik.

      Aw long'd to claim her for, &c,

Another bolder nor misen,
   Has robb'd me o' mi dear,
An' nah aw ne'er may share her joy
   An' ne'er may dry her tear;
But though aw'm heartsick, lone, an' sad,
   An' though hope's star is set,
To know she's lov'd as aw'd ha' lov'd
   Wod mak me happy yet.

      Aw long'd to claim her for, &c,