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Sae Flaxen Were Her Ringlets
TUNE: Oonagh's Waterfall

 

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Standard English Translation



Sae Flaxen Were Her Ringlets

1.
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'er-arching
Twa laughing een o' bonie blue.
Her smiling, sae wyling,
Wad make a wretch forget his woe!
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonie face,
When first that bonie face I saw.
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she lo'es me best of a'!
2.
Like harmony her motion,
Her pretty ankle is a spy
Betraying fair proportion
Wad make a saint forget the sky!
Sae warming, sae charming,
Her faultless form and gracefu' air,
Ilk feature - auld Nature
Declar'd that she could dae nae mair!
Hers are the willing chains o' love
By conquering beauty's sovereign law,
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she lo'es me best of a'!
3.
Let others love the city,
And gaudy show at sunny noon!
Gie me the lonely valley,
The dewy eve, and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming
Her silver light the boughs amang,
While falling, recalling,
The amorous thrush concludes his sang!
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love,
And say thou lo'es me best of a'?



So Flaxen Were Her Ringlets


So flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly over-arching
Two laughing eyes of lovely blue.
Her smiling, so coaxing,
Would make a wretch forget his woe!
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' lovely face,
When first that lovely face I saw.
And always my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she loves me best of all!

Like harmony her motion,
Her pretty ankle is a spy
Betraying fair proportion
Would make a saint forget the sky!
So warming, so charming,
Her faultless form and graceful air,
Each feature - old Nauture
Declared that she could do no more!
Hers are the willing chains of love
By conquering beauty's sovereign law,
And always my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she loves me best of all!

Let others love the city,
And gaudy show at sunny noon!
Give me the lonely valley,
The dewy evening, and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming
Her silver light the boughs among,
While falling, recalling,
The amorous thrush concludes his song!
There, dearest Chloris, will you rove
By winding stream and leafy wood,
And hear my vows of truth and love,
And say you loves me best of all?

 

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