POETRY.
THE LORELEI' (FROM HEINE).
I WOTNA what's this comae owre me, My heart is grown sae wae, An eerie and auld world ballant Rings aye in my head the day.
The lift's turnin' cool tae the gloamin', Saftly the Rhine swirls doon.
The bonny green hill-taps are glintin' Like gowd i' the westlin' sun.
Wrba is she, that glammerfu' maiden On the steep grey craig up there ? Her cleedin' wi' gowd it glisters,
She kaims her gowden hair.
her gowden kaitu she kaima it, And sings baith saft and clear A sang that gars ilka heart tremble, And dwamn at ween joy and fear.
The ferryman in his bit boatie, His heart is sae filled wi' the sang He reeks na the craig sae awsome, Or his boat that gees swirliu' alang.
See noo, i' the water he's droonin', His boat it is broken in twae, It's the wark o' the glarnmerfu' maiden,
The wark that she likes to dae. T. G. S.
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