Hill

  blythe hae i been on yon hill
  tune—“the quaker's wife.”
  blythe hae i been on yon hill,
  as the lambs before me;
  careless ilka thought and free,
  as the breeze flew o'er me;
  now nae langer sport and play,
  mirth or sang can please me;
  lesley is sae fair and coy,
  care and anguish seize me.
  heavy, heavy is the task,
  hopeless love declaring;
  trembling, i dow nocht but glow'r,
  sighing, dumb despairing!
  if she winna ease the thraws
  in my bosom swelling,
  underneath the grass-green sod,
  soon maun be my dwelling.