The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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An aged Widow's Lament.
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An aged Widow's Lament.
Oh, is he gane, my good auld man?
And am I left forlorn?
And is that manly heart at rest,
The kindest e'er was born?
And am I left forlorn?
And is that manly heart at rest,
The kindest e'er was born?
We've sojourn'd here, thro' hope and fear,
For fifty years and three,
And ne'er in all that happy time
Said he harsh word to me.
For fifty years and three,
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Said he harsh word to me.
And mony a braw and buirdly son,
And daughters in their prime,
His trembling hand laid in the grave,
Lang, lang afore the time.
And daughters in their prime,
His trembling hand laid in the grave,
Lang, lang afore the time.
I dinna greet the day to see
That he to them has gane;
But oh, it's fearful thus to be
Left in a world alane,
That he to them has gane;
But oh, it's fearful thus to be
Left in a world alane,
Wi' a poor worn and broken heart,
Whose race of joy is run,
And scarce has little opening left
For aught aneath the sun.
Whose race of joy is run,
And scarce has little opening left
For aught aneath the sun.
My life nor death I winna crave,
Nor fret, nor yet despond;
But a' my hope is in the grave,
And the dear hame beyond.
Nor fret, nor yet despond;
But a' my hope is in the grave,
And the dear hame beyond.
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