Petőfi gyüjtemény - B sorozat / 19-es doboz

XTV. Siót tájbeszéd. The wee twig’s trem’lin’, an’ what for? A birdi’s liohtii there; My heart is trem’lin’ too, what for? Wi’ thocht o’ thee it’s sair — It flutters up an’ doun, My dearie, when I think on thee, O’ a’ this grand, braw, warld The ae bricht priceless jewel to me. Tho Danubes stream is rinnin’ o’er As iu’as flood can flow; As fu this heart o’ mine, so fain To be witt thee e’en noo. An’ loVs my Rosie mo ? For 1 lo’e her a’ thegither; Mair love ye cudua hae Frae ver feyther baith an’ mither. * Fu’ weel I wat that ye were kind That bonnié time we met — The coutbie spring was smilin’ then, Aloo winters at the yett. Ahl lo’e ye me nae mair „God bless ye aye“ I’ll try t say — But gin ye lo’e me still, Bless he ’bune is a’ that I can pray. JJiss Gordon.

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