Glances

O weel I mind the bonnie morn,

Richt early in the day,

When he cam' in by oor toun end

To buy a sou o' hay.

For O he was a handsome lad,

An' weel did cock his beaver! –

He gar't my heart play pit-a-pat:

Yet – speired but for my faither!

I turned aboot and gied a cast

That plainly said – 'Ye deevil! –

Altho' ye be a braw young lad

Ye needna be unceevil!'

He glower't at me like ane gaen wud

Wi' his daurin' rovin' een;

At that I leuch and wi' a fling

Flew roun' the bourtree screen.