 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
THE POOR MAN'S LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF HIS COW.
How gay rose this morning, how cheerful was I,No care on my mind, and no cloud on the sky;
I dreamt not ere night that my sorrows should flow,
Bewailing the fate of my poor drimindo.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |