Blue-eyed Anne 2

Nine times bleak winter's cranreuch snell

Despoiled o' bloom the daisied lea;

And nine times has the primrose pale

Spread round the dells of Coir-in-t-shee,

Since, where Montstuart's dusky grove

Waves o'er yon foaming distant sea,

I blushing own'd my youthful love,

And Blue-eyed Anne reproved na me.

Wha then wad think our joys could fade?

Love's dearest pleasures a' we knew;

And not a cloud was seen to shade

The blissful scenes young fancy drew

But scowling tempests soon o'ercast

Our azure skies and summer sea—

I've borne misfortune's rudest blast,

Yet Blue-eyed Anne still smiles on me.

Now safe retired, no more I'll stray

Ambition's faithless path alang,

But calmly spend the careless day

Dunoon's green winding vales amang:

And aft I'll climb this hoary pile,

When spring revives each flower and tree,

To view yon sweet sequester'd isle,

Whare Blue-eyed Anne first smiled on me.