The Bonie Lass of Albanie

Melody - "Mary weep no more for me" or "Mary's Dream"

Robert Burns, 1787

My heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An' the bonie lass of Albanie.

2. This lovely maid's of royal blood,
That ruled Albion's kingdoms three,
But oh, alas! for her bonie face,
They hae wrang'd the lass of Albanie.

3. In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
There sits an isle o' high degree,
And a town of fame, whose princely name
Should grace the lass of Albanie.

4. But there is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be;
We'll send him o'er to his native shore,
And bring our ain sweet Albanie!

5. Alas the day, and woe the day,
A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now commands the towers and lands
The royal right of Albanie.

6. We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees most fervently,
The time may come, with pipe an' drum
We'll welcome hame fair Albanie.

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