Ah ! ken ye what I met the day
Out oure the Mountains
A coming down by craggies gray
An mossie fountains —
Ah goud-hair’d Marie yeve I pray
Ane minute’s guessing —
For that I met upon the way
Is past expressing.
As I stood where a rocky brig
A torrent crosses
I spied upon a misty rig
A troup o’ Horses —
And as they trotted down the glen
I sped to meet them
To see if I might know the Men
To stop and greet them.
First Willie on his sleek mare came
At canting gallop,
His long hair rustled like a flame
On board a shallop,
Then came his brother Rab and then
Young Peggy’s Mither
And Peggy too — adown the glen
They went togither —
I saw her wrappit in her hood
Frae wind and raining —
Her cheek was flush wi’ timid blood
Twixt growth and waning —
She tiirn’d her dazed eyes full oft
For there her Brithers
Came riding with her Bridegroom soft
And mony ithers. Young Tarn came up and eyed me quick
With reddened cheek —
Braw Tom was daffed like a chick —
He couldna speak —
Ah, Marie, they are all gane hame
Through blustering weather
An’ every heart is full on flame
An’ light as feather.
Ah! Marie, they are all gone hame
Frae happy wadding.
Whilst I —Ah is it not a shame?
Sad tears am shedding.