Robert Crawford (Scottish poet, died 1733)

Robert Crawford (1695–1733) was a Scottish poet.

Quotes

• Come, let us go forth to the mead,
     Let us see how the primroses spring;
  We’ll lodge in some village on Tweed,
     And love while the feather’d folk sing.
  • "Tweedside", st. 2, in Scottish Song, vol. 1 (London: printed for J. Johnson, ... and J. Egerton, 1714), pt. 1, p. 8

• When trees did bud and fields were green,
     And broom bloom’d fair to see,
  When Mary was complete fifteen,
     And love laugh’d in her ee,
  Blythe Davie’s blinks her heart did move
     To speak her mind thus free:
  Gang doun the burn, Davie love,
     An’ I will follow thee.
  • "Doun the Burn, Davie", st. 1, in The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs, 2nd ed. (1854), p. 54
  • A more English version printed in A Collection of Old Ballads, vol. 3 (London: printed for J. Roberts, 1725), p. 251

External links

• Works related to Author:Robert Crawford on Wikisource