The Lass o’ Logie Lea.

The following poem, left by its author in an unfinished state, was, through the
kindness of Mrs. Charles Coles, formerly the wife of Captain John Lyall, of Logie,
Forfarshire, given to a friend, by whom it has been altered to its present form.—Ed.

O first I loved my bonny Jessie1
Where Esk maist fondly flows,2
An’ ah ! she was a fair sweet lassie3
As ony flower that blows ;4
Sae pure and true, sae wise and winning,5
Aye, when she looks on me,6
I wish my arms were round entwining7
The Lass o’ Logie Lea !8


The Lass o’ Logie Lea,9
The bonny lass o’ Logie Lea,10
The fair sweet lass o’ Logie Lea ;11
I wish my arms were round entwining12
The Lass o’ Logie Lea !13
Oh varra dear are sunbeams pouring14
Through Logie’s larches green,15
And dearer still the moonbeam’s showwering16
At eve o’er Logie’s glen ;17
Are a’ maist lovely, sweet and bonny,18
But oh—I know—to me,19
Her smile is worth them a’ or ony,20
The Lass o’ Logie Lea.21
The Lass o’ Logie Lea, &c.22
A glowing spell enchains me to her23
Though half the warld’s between,24
And still by Logie’s braes I view her,25
And Logie’s larches green ;26
Then let nae wrang or wae assail her27
Till frae the foamy sea,28
Wi’ rapturous bliss again I hail her,29
The Lass o’ Logie Lea.30
The Lass o’ Logie Lea, &c.31