The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS |
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THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS
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The lovely lass of Inverness,Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en to morn she cries ‘Alas!’
And ay the saut tear blin's her e'e:—
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‘Drumossie moor, Drumossie day—A waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear and brethren three.
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Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,Their graves are growin green to see,
And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman's e'e.
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Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,A bluidy man I trow thou be,
For monie a heart thou hast made sair
That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee!’
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