Effusions of Love from Chatelar to Mary, Queen of Scotland Translated from a Gallic Manuscript, in the Scotch College at Paris. Interspersed with songs, sonnets, and notes explanatory, by the translator [i.e. S. W. H. Ireland]. To which is added, historical fragments, poetry, and remains of the amours, of that unfortunate Princess |
THE SAILOR'S DITTY.
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Effusions of Love from Chatelar to Mary, Queen of Scotland | ||
THE SAILOR'S DITTY.
Tell ye winds, that bleakly blow,
All the damsel's tale of woe;
Tell, thou deadly yawning main,
All the love sick sailor's pain;
Let each plaintive accent prove
Marg'ret's truth and Henry's love.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
All the damsel's tale of woe;
Tell, thou deadly yawning main,
All the love sick sailor's pain;
Let each plaintive accent prove
Marg'ret's truth and Henry's love.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
Hush, I hear the hollow wind
Breathe the truth of Marg'ret's mind;
Hark, the dashing waves impart
Henry's fervent, faithful heart:
Winds and waves in union prove
Matchless truth and ardent love.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
Breathe the truth of Marg'ret's mind;
Hark, the dashing waves impart
Henry's fervent, faithful heart:
Winds and waves in union prove
Matchless truth and ardent love.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
Sailor-youth the main you cross'd,
Oft by raging billows toss'd;
Gentle maid unseen you sigh'd,
Languish'd, pin'd, and love-sick died;
While thy Henry's struggling breath
Bless'd thee in a wat'ry death.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
Oft by raging billows toss'd;
Gentle maid unseen you sigh'd,
Languish'd, pin'd, and love-sick died;
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Bless'd thee in a wat'ry death.
Myrtles blighted,
Loves benighted,
For the willow
Shades their pillow,
Sadly moans the turtle-dove.
Effusions of Love from Chatelar to Mary, Queen of Scotland | ||