Poor Mailies Elegy（2 / 2）

  for mailie dead.
  she was nae get o' moorland tips,
  wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips;
  for her forbears were brought in ships,
  frae 'yont the tweed.
  a bonier fleesh ne'er cross'd the clips
  than mailie's dead.
  wae worth the man wha first did shape
  that vile, wanchancie thing—a raip!
  it maks guid fellows girn an' gape,
  wi' chokin dread;
  an' robin's bonnet wave wi' crape
  for mailie dead.
  o, a' ye bards on bonie doon!
  an' wha on ayr your chanters tune!
  come, join the melancholious croon
  o' robin's reed!
  his heart will never get aboon—
  his mailie's dead! ↑返回顶部↑