The gowden mids, wha aims at it Will shun the tinker's lair, Nor gantin' in a castle sit Whaur flunkeys stare.
But oh--this place that we thocht to be a garden o' a delichts and an orchard o' gowden fruit is hard and unkindly and bare.
For we had herded lang thegether on the gowden braes, and lain mony a simmer day amang the broom wi' our een on the sheep, but our hearts verra close the yin to the ither.
You couldna see her lily feet, Her gowden fringes were sae deep.
O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips, Nane might with her compare.
Lord Gregory tore hisgowden locks And made a wafu' moan; Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet, His bonny son was gone.
Right braw we were to pass the gate, Wi' gowden clasps on girdles blue.
You couldna see her middle sma', Her gowden girdle was sae braw.
XVI You couldna see her middle sma’, Her gowden girdle was sae braw.
XVII You couldna see her lily feet, Her gowdenfringes were sae deep.
XXIII ‘There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife Can make to me sic a gowden knife; XXIV ‘Nor nae sheath-makers in the land Can make to me sic a sheath again.
XIX ‘O I hae lost my gowden knife; I rather had lost my ain sweet life!
XLV Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks And made a wafu’ moan; Fair Annie’s corpse lay at his feet, His bonny son was gone.
XLVI O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips, Nane might with her compare!
Her hair, so rich in gowden hue, Ilk plait was like a gowden string, Her eyne were like the bonnie blue That shines upon the halcyon's wing.
O I hae lost my gowden knife, 85 I rather had lost my ain sweet life; And I hae lost a better thing, The gilded sheath that it was in.
Or hae ye brought me a braid o' lace, 15 To snood up my gowden hair?
There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife, Can make me sic a gowden knife; Nor nae sheath-makers in the land, 95 Can make to me a sheath again.
I've brought ye na fine things at all, Nor onie new thing to wear, Nor hae I brought ye a braid of lace, To snood up your gowden hair.
The Gowden Locks Of Anna Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna.
His plighted troth is mine, mother, And lang afore the spring I 'll loose my silken snood, mother, And wear the gowden ring.
They tell me o' a land whar the sky is ever clear, Whar rivers row ower gowden sands, and flower unfading blaw, But, oh!
The country-side gaed gyte about her and her gowden hair.
I like to spring in the morning bricht, Before the mill bell rings; When waukening blithe in gowden licht, My joyfu' spirit sings.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "gowden" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
