 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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THE SOLDIER'S WIDOW.
The cold wind blows
O'er the drifted snows,
Loud howls the rain-lash'd naked wood;
Weary I stray,
On my lonesome way,
And my heart is faint for want of food:
Pity a wretch left all forlorn,
On life's wide wintry waste to mourn;
The gloom of night fast veils the sky,
And pleads for your humanity.
O'er the drifted snows,
Loud howls the rain-lash'd naked wood;
Weary I stray,
On my lonesome way,
And my heart is faint for want of food:
Pity a wretch left all forlorn,
On life's wide wintry waste to mourn;
The gloom of night fast veils the sky,
And pleads for your humanity.
On valour's bed
My Henry died,
In the cheerless desert is his tomb:
Now lost to joy,
With my little boy
In woe and want I wander home.
O never, never will you miss
The boon bestow'd on deep distress;
For dear to Heaven is the glist'ning eye
That beams benign humanity.
My Henry died,
In the cheerless desert is his tomb:
Now lost to joy,
With my little boy
In woe and want I wander home.
O never, never will you miss
The boon bestow'd on deep distress;
For dear to Heaven is the glist'ning eye
That beams benign humanity.
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