Robert Burns




Yon Wild Mossy Mountains

I. 
Yon wild, mossy mountains sae lofty and 
           wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the 
           Clyde;
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' 
           the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tents his flock 
           as he pipes on his reed.

II.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny 
           shores,
To me hae the charms o' yon wild, mossy 
           moors:
For there, by a lanely, sequesteréd stream,
Resides a sweet Lassie, my thought and my 
           dream.

III.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be 
           my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, 
           narrow strath;
For there, wi' my Lassie, the day-lang I rove,
While o'er us, unheeded, flee the swift hours 
           o' love.

IV.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her skair;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear Lassie because she lo’es 
           me.

V.
To Beauty what man but maun yield him a 
           prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and 
           sighs;
And when Wit and Refinement hae polish'd 
           her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our 
           hearts.

VI.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-
           sparkling e'e,
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me;
And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd 
           in her arms,
O, these are my Lassie's all-conquering 
           charms.