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Scotish Song

Behold, my Love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flaxen hair: The lavrock shuns the palace gay, And o'er the cottage sings; For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween, To shepherds as to kings. Let minstrels sweep the skillfu' string, In lordly, lighted ha'; The shepherd stops his simple reed, Blythe, in the birken shaw: The princely revel may survey Our rustic dance wi' scorn, But are their hearts as light as ours, Beneath the milkwhite thorn. The shepherd, in the flowery glen, In shepherd's phrase will woo; The courtier tells a finer tale, But is his heart as true: These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck That spotless breast o' thine; The courtier's gems may witness love But, 'tis na love like mine.


Laura Fraser

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1794 and is read here by Laura Fraser.

Themes for this song

love nature

Selected for 20 May

Again, minstrel Burns sweeps, 'the skillfu' string' in a piece of tunefully trite Pastoral full of the usual shepherds, larks and primroses. Again, too, the unflattering comparison between proud, revelling princes and poor but happy lovers - trademark Burns.

Donny O'Rourke

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