Mill o’ Tifty’s Annie - by
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
Coimhead rithe.
Bheir do chridhe dhi.
Bheir do chluais dhi.
Clear as the endless ecstasy of stars
/ That mount for ever on an intense air;
/ …
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a puir body
Gang about his biziness!
I would have loved you, wept
/ with your father and your mother
/ over these tiny perfect hands, perfect feet
/
/ preserved skin-free, en-pointe –
/ as…
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