Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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LAMENT FOR ROBERT GILFILLAN.
O mourn, Scotland, mourn, for thy sweet poet gane,
Thy children, far distant, shall swell the sad strain;
By hearth and by homestead, in cottage and ha',
Are lorn hearts deploring poor Robin awa'.
Thy children, far distant, shall swell the sad strain;
By hearth and by homestead, in cottage and ha',
Are lorn hearts deploring poor Robin awa'.
Where glen-burnies wimple, where hill-torrents flow,
Where gowden whins blossom, and strong thistles grow,
Where merles greet the gloamin', and larks hail the daw',
They've lost their fond lover, poor Robin awa'.
Where gowden whins blossom, and strong thistles grow,
Where merles greet the gloamin', and larks hail the daw',
They've lost their fond lover, poor Robin awa'.
Old age totters feebly, and youth paces slow,
They linger, to mourn o'er their bard lying low,
While angel tears hallow the turf, as they fa'
Frae beauty's eyes streaming, for Robin awa'.
They linger, to mourn o'er their bard lying low,
While angel tears hallow the turf, as they fa'
Frae beauty's eyes streaming, for Robin awa'.
O genial the feeling his mem'ry imparts,
For deeply his lyrics are shrined in our hearts,
And rich as the fragrance when southlan' winds blaw,
The flower posie left us by Robin awa'.
For deeply his lyrics are shrined in our hearts,
And rich as the fragrance when southlan' winds blaw,
The flower posie left us by Robin awa'.
James Ballantine.
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