O Stay, Sweet Warbling Wood-Lark, Stay Air “Loch-Erroch Side.” By Burns

 

O Stay, Sweet Warbling Wood-Lark, Stay
Air “Loch-Erroch Side.”


O, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray!
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art.
For surely that wad touch her heart,
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
O, nought but love and sorrow joined
Sic notes o' woe could wauken!
Thou tells o' never-ending care,
Of speechless grief and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair,
Or my poor heart is broken!

By Burns