Another of Robert’s conquests
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'er-arching
Twa laughing een o' bonie blue.
Her smiling, sae wyling,
Wad make a wretch forget his woe!
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonie face,
When first that bonie face I saw.
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she lo'es me best of a'!
‘Chloris’ was a girl called Jean Lorimer who lived near to Burns. With ‘lint white’ hair in ringlets and striking blue eyes (een o bonie blue) she was exceedingly beautiful.
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'er-arching
Twa laughing een o' bonie blue.
Her smiling, sae wyling,
Wad make a wretch forget his woe!
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonie face,
When first that bonie face I saw.
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm -
She says she lo'es me best of a'!
‘Chloris’ was a girl called Jean Lorimer who lived near to Burns. With ‘lint white’ hair in ringlets and striking blue eyes (een o bonie blue) she was exceedingly beautiful.
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