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HELEN'S LAMENT.
The sun in the west fa's to rest in the e'ening,
Ilk morning blinks cheerfu' upon the green lea,
But, ah! on the pillow o' sorrow aye leaning,
Nae morning, nae e'ening, brings pleasure to me.
O waefu' the parting, whan, smiling at danger,
Young Allan left Scotia to meet wi' the fae!
Cauld, cauld now he lies in a land amang strangers,
Frae friends an' frae Helen for ever away.
Ilk morning blinks cheerfu' upon the green lea,
But, ah! on the pillow o' sorrow aye leaning,
Nae morning, nae e'ening, brings pleasure to me.
O waefu' the parting, whan, smiling at danger,
Young Allan left Scotia to meet wi' the fae!
Cauld, cauld now he lies in a land amang strangers,
Frae friends an' frae Helen for ever away.
As the aik on the mountain resists the blast rairing,
Sae did he the brunt o' the battle sustain,
Till treachery arrested his courage sae daring,
An' laid him pale, lifeless, upon the drear plain.
Cauld Winter the flow'ret divests o' its cleeding,
In Simmer again it blooms bonny to see;
But naething, alas! can e'er heal my heart bleeding,
Drear Winter remaineth for ever wi' me.
Sae did he the brunt o' the battle sustain,
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An' laid him pale, lifeless, upon the drear plain.
Cauld Winter the flow'ret divests o' its cleeding,
In Simmer again it blooms bonny to see;
But naething, alas! can e'er heal my heart bleeding,
Drear Winter remaineth for ever wi' me.
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