Song—Willie Chalmers（1 / 2）
song—willie chalmers
mr. chalmers, a gentleman in ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his dulcinea. i had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:—
wi' braw new branks in mickle pride,
and eke a braw new brechan,
my pegasus i'm got astride,
and up parnassus pechin;
whiles owre a bush wi' donwward crush,
the doited beastie stammers;
then up he gets, and off he sets,
for sake o' willie chalmers.
i doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
may cost a pair o' blushes;
i am nae stranger to your fame,
nor his warm urged wishes.
your bonie face sae mild and sweet,
his honest heart enamours,
and faith ye'll no be lost a whit,
tho' wair'd on willie chalmers.
auld truth hersel' might swear yer'e fair,
and honour safely back her;
and modesty assume your air,
and ne'er a ane mistak her:
and sic twa love-inspiring een
might fire even holy palmers;
nae wonder then they've fatal been
to honest willie chalmers.
i doubt na fortune may you shore
some mim-mou'd pouther'd priestie,
fu' lifted up wi' hebrew lore,
and band upon his breastie: ↑返回顶部↑
mr. chalmers, a gentleman in ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his dulcinea. i had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:—
wi' braw new branks in mickle pride,
and eke a braw new brechan,
my pegasus i'm got astride,
and up parnassus pechin;
whiles owre a bush wi' donwward crush,
the doited beastie stammers;
then up he gets, and off he sets,
for sake o' willie chalmers.
i doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
may cost a pair o' blushes;
i am nae stranger to your fame,
nor his warm urged wishes.
your bonie face sae mild and sweet,
his honest heart enamours,
and faith ye'll no be lost a whit,
tho' wair'd on willie chalmers.
auld truth hersel' might swear yer'e fair,
and honour safely back her;
and modesty assume your air,
and ne'er a ane mistak her:
and sic twa love-inspiring een
might fire even holy palmers;
nae wonder then they've fatal been
to honest willie chalmers.
i doubt na fortune may you shore
some mim-mou'd pouther'd priestie,
fu' lifted up wi' hebrew lore,
and band upon his breastie: ↑返回顶部↑