O had we ne'er looed one anither
We had neer been curs'd togither
Never shunned and never hated
Had we never been created

Woman in her own true nature
Is a fair and lovely creature
Man a savage from the wild
But when loved a very child

Had they ne'er been put togither
They'd ne'er slighted ane anither
Rift and scar[r]ed like clouds o' thunder
Now they're lost and lone asunder

Lost in crowds and lone togither
Love says love ye one anither
Love's anither name for sorrow
Which from hate we often borrow

She could have loved — her woman-passions beat
Deeper than theirs, or else she had not known
How to have dropped her heart beneath their feet
A living stepping-stone:

The little hands — did they not clutch her heart?
The guarding arms — was she not very tired?
Was it an easy thing to walk apart,
Unresting, undesired?

She gave away her crown of woman-praise,
Her gentleness and silent girlhood grace

Among all the millions of human eyes the chosen pair in sweetness. Smooth hair, fragrant like soul — and above it the aureole of love.
A forehead, clear as a child's thought, and hands that never did caress me yet, and lips, where only truth is spoken and where every word is sweet song.
And in the two-and-twenty year old breast a heart that knew of no sin, and where the breath of the god of love daily writes anew his Tenth Commandment.
And in the blessed, deep heart a stream of pity for my sea of pain.

My ain heart love is thine
If I'd the mair to spare
Love thoughts are pure as heaven divine
They're Truth and naething mair
And thine is truth or has been sae
Till parting made us twain
The spring that makes the grasses grow
Will sure come green again

Thy voice will come a shorter way
Than e'er it did of yore
For we've been married many a day
And coyness now is o'er
Ive wiped the gold dust frae thy shoe
As we clomb the King Cup hill
And brush'd thy new gown often too
And I felt no kind of ill —

My love is like the Gilliflower
I planted by mysell
My love is like a Willowflower
A blossom wi'out smell

2

How sweet and very fair my love
Like diamonds are her eyes
Like dew drops sparkling from above
That on the white rose lies

3

Her cheeks are like the Red rose tree
Her bosom like the white
Her thoughts from Heaven surely be
To give to man delight

4

My love is like the white thorn tree
When its leaves are blown away
His cheeks are red as haw berry
His dress is never gay

2

My love is like the Bramble bushes
Whose leaves lie on the ground
While hes sitting on the rushes
His looks have power to wound

3

His dress — that does not make the man
In one dress all the year
Wi coarse smock frock as brown as tan

Oh come i' the evening my own pretty dove
When the dews o' the Heaven cool the fever o' love
When the day stars o daiseys shut up in green buds
And the eyes o' Anemones close i' the woods —

2

Come love in thy airy straw hat and new gown
And we'll ramble at even away from the town
We'll ramble away by the hawthorn and briar
Where the waggon ruts lead to the woods free from mire

3

And we'll kiss by the oak and the hazel boughs hid

O jilting love thy sunny eyes
Gleam oer each gloomy token
Of cheeks made pale with dreary sighs
Hearts frownd upon & broken

The white thorn is budding and rushes are green
The Ivy leaves rustle around the ash tree
On the sweet sunny bank blue violets are seen
That tremble beneath the wild hum of the bee
The sun beams they play on the brooks plashy ripples
Like millions o' suns in each swirl looping on
The rush nods and bows till its tassel'd head tipples
Right into the whimpled flood kissing the stones

2

'Twas down in the cowpasture just at the gloaming
I met a young woman sweet tempered and mild
I said pretty maiden say where are you roaming

Shineth the moon in silence now
In her palace skies on high
And beautiful the white thorn bough
Catches thy silver light and by
An Angel from beneath its shade
Stands Betsy in her love
Stars an illumination made
And peeped from realms above
Inspiring with celestial aid
The beautiful in love

A charm spread round the quiet place
By moonlight calmness given
The soft rays fell upon her face
And told of peace in heaven
She stood beneath the hawthorn shade
A sweet and blushing maid
The quiet eve time lent its aid