Robert Burns, 1794
As I stood by yon roofless tower,|
Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
A lassie all alone, was making her moan,
Lamenting our lads beyond the sea:
In the bluidy wars they fa',
And our honour's gane an' a',
And broken-hearted we maun die.
2. The winds were laid, the air was till,
3. The burn, adown its hazelly path,
4. The cauld blae North was streaming forth|
Her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din,
Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like Fortune's favours, tint as win.
5. Now, looking over firth and fauld,
6. And frae his harp sic strains did flow,
7. He sang wi' joy his former day,
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