More pleasant were it to be with thee
In the little glen of calves,
Than to be counting of droves
In the enclosures of Creiff.
_Easy is my bed, &c_
'Great is my esteem of the maiden,
Towards whose dwelling the north wind blows;
She is ever cheerful, sportive, kindly,
Without folly, without vanity, without pride.
True is her heart---were I under hiding,
And fifty men in pursuit of my footsteps,
I should find protection, when they surrounded me most closely,
In the secret recess of that shieling.
_Easy is my bed, &c_
'Oh for the day for turning my face homeward,
That I may see the maiden of beauty:---
Joyful will it be to me to be with thee,---
Fair girl with the long heavy locks!
Choice of all places for deer-hunting
Are the brindled rock and the ridge!
How sweat at evening to be dragging the slain deer
Downwards along the piper's cairn!
_Easy is my bed, &c_
'Great is my esteem for the maiden!
Who parted from me by the west side of the enclosed field;
Late yet again will she linger in that fold,
Long after the kine are assembled.
It is I myself who have taken no dislike to thee,
Though far away from thee am I now.
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