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Bonnie Joann

by Violet Jacob

0.6203 − 0.2983i

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You make the sunshine of my heart

by Mathilde Blind

0.5554 − 0.3015i

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Bonnie Joann

by Violet Jacob

We've stookit the hairst an' we're needin'
To gaither it in,
Syne, gin the morn's dry, we'll be leadin'
An' wark'll begin;
But noo I'll awa doon the braeside
My lane, while I can—
Wha kens wha he'll meet by the wayside,
My bonnie Joann?

East yonder, the hairst-fields are hidin'
The sea frae my een,
Gin ye keek whaur the stooks are dividin'
Ye'll see it atween.
Sae douce an' sae still it has sleepit
Since hairst-time began
Like my he'rt—gin ye'd tak' it an' keep it
My bonnie Joann.

Owre a'thing the shadows gang trailin',
Owre stubble an' strae;
Frae the hedge to the fit o' the pailin'
They rax owre the way;
But the sun may gang through wi' his beamin'
An' traivel his span,
For aye, by the licht o' my dreamin',
I see ye, Joann.

Awa frae ye, naebody's braver,
Mair wise-like an' bauld,
Aside ye, I hech an' I haver,
I'm het an' I'm cauld;
But oh! could I tell wi'out speakin'
The he'rt o' a man,
Ye micht find I'm the lad that ye're seekin',
My bonnie Joann!

You make the sunshine of my heart

by Mathilde Blind

You make the sunshine of my heart
And its tempestuous shower;
Sometimes the thought of you is like
A lilac bush in flower,
Yea, honey-sweet as hives in May.
And then the pang of it will strike
My bosom with a fiery smart,
As though love's deeply planted dart
Drained all its life away.

My thoughts hum round you, Dear, like bees
About a bank of thyme,
Or round the yellow blossoms of
The heavy-scented lime.
Ah, sweeter you than honeydew,
Yet dark the ways of love,
For it has robbed my soul of peace,
And marred my life and turned heart's-ease
Into funereal rue.

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