Lost Love.

Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass,     Her e'en as black as sloas;     Her hair a flyin thunner claad,     Her cheeks a blowin rooas.     Her smile coom like a sunny gleam     Her cherry lips to curl;     Her voice wor like a murm'ring stream     'At flowed throo banks o' pearl.     Aw long'd to claim her for mi own,     But nah mi love is crost;     An aw mun wander on alooan,     An mourn for her aw've lost.     Aw could'nt ax her to be mine,     Wi' poverty at th' door:     Aw nivver thowt breet e'en could shine     Wi' love for one so poor;     */ 92 */     But nah ther's summat i' mi breast,     Tells me aw miss'd mi way:     An lost that lass I loved the best     Throo fear shoo'd say me nay.     Aw long'd to claim her for, &c.     Aw saunter'd raand her cot at morn,     An oft i'th' dark o'th' neet,     Aw've knelt mi daan i'th' loin to find     Prints ov her tiny feet.     An under th' window, like a thief,     Aw've crept to hear her spaik;     An then aw've hurried hooam agean     For fear mi heart wod braik.     Aw long'd to claim her for, &c.     Another bolder nor misen,     Has robb'd me o' mi dear;     An nah aw ne'er may share her joy,     An ne'er may dry her tear.     But tho' aw'm heartsick, lone, an sad,     An tho' hope's star is set;     To know shoo's lov'd as aw'd ha lov'd     Wod mak me happy yet.     Aw long'd to claim her for mi own, &c.