These poems are about love, nature, and longing. The first poem expresses longing for the Scottish Highlands. The second offers shelter from the cold. The third reflects on nature reminding the speaker of lost love. The fourth is about a woman who falls in love with a weaver. The fifth is from the perspective of a woman missing her sailor love who is away at sea.
These poems are about love, nature, and longing. The first poem expresses longing for the Scottish Highlands. The second offers shelter from the cold. The third reflects on nature reminding the speaker of lost love. The fourth is about a woman who falls in love with a weaver. The fifth is from the perspective of a woman missing her sailor love who is away at sea.
These poems are about love, nature, and longing. The first poem expresses longing for the Scottish Highlands. The second offers shelter from the cold. The third reflects on nature reminding the speaker of lost love. The fourth is about a woman who falls in love with a weaver. The fifth is from the perspective of a woman missing her sailor love who is away at sea.
These poems are about love, nature, and longing. The first poem expresses longing for the Scottish Highlands. The second offers shelter from the cold. The third reflects on nature reminding the speaker of lost love. The fourth is about a woman who falls in love with a weaver. The fifth is from the perspective of a woman missing her sailor love who is away at sea.
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Стих №2 O, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast O, were you in the cold blast On yonder meadow, on yonder meadow, My plaid to the angry direction, I would shelter you, I would shelter you, Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms Around you blow, around you blow, Your shelter should be my bosom, To share it all, to share it all. Стих №3 The Banks O’ Doon You banks and sides of bonny Doon, How can you bloom so fresh and fair? How can you chant, you little birds, And I so weary full of care! You will break my heart, you warbling bird, That flies through the flowering thorn! You remind me of departed joys, Departed never to return. Стих №4 The Gallant Weaver Where Cart runs rolling to the sea By many a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me — He is a gallant weaver! O, I had wooers eight or nine, They gave me rings and ribbons fine, And I was afraid my heart would be lost, And I gave it to the weaver. Стих №5 On The Seas And Far Away How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He’s on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that’s far away.