...Love...
(From the French of Bouf ers). "Oh, Love’s a fause, deceitful loon," Fw aften said my mither"Though fair his face, an’ plump an’ roon He’s waur than ony ether!" I made believe to ken richt weel, And fear’t na that sae wee a chicl, Could put me in a swither! Yestreen I saw young Jamie Broon ‘ An bonnie Jean thegither! He spak tae her sae soft an’ lown’ They smiled on ane anither. He spak’ o’ some, sweet, pawkie chiel, The very same-I kent richt weelWha frichfit sae my mither! Tae bring. the mystery tae an’ en’, Nae longer will I swither ; I'll scek for Love wi Willie Glen, An’ never heed my mither. Aw e’en should Love turn oot a deil, We needna’ fear sae wee a chiclThe two o’ us thegither. >
J. L.
Kelly
1876.
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 35, 14 March 1930, Page 24
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138...Love... Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 35, 14 March 1930, Page 24
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