The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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By Babel thair where streams did slide,Wee sate, yea weept full sore,
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Remembring Sion. Wee our harpsHung vp (for wse no more)
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On willows midst that place, for thereThey, who (with cruell hand)
Ws captivs led, ws spoyld, did songs,
Did much of ws demande.
Sing of the songs to ws (sayd they)
That Sion doth afford.
That Sion doth afford.
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How in a strange land shall wee singSongs due wnto the Lord?
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Of thee, O deare Jerusalem,If I forgettfull prove,
My right hand let forgoe, with arte,
Wpon the harp to move.
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My tonge let to my palat cleave,Thy greeves when I neglect;
When I wnto Jerusalem
My cheifest joy respect.
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To Edom's sonnes remember, Lord,Jerusalem's sad day;
Who, rase it, rase it to the ground,
(Insultinglie) did say.
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Thow, Babell's daughtir, to be laydFull low, how happy hee
Who thy deservings at our hands
Shall render wnto thee.
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O happie they (remembring ws)Who shall thy litle ones
Snatch (merciles) from mother's brests,
And dash against the stones.
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