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Poems, on sacred and other subjects

and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs

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THE BRIDE OF LORN.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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THE BRIDE OF LORN.

[_]

AIR,—“Rose of Lucerne.”

Before the break of day
The clansmen were ready,
And the bargemen in the bay
At their station sat steady;
And, soon as the sun tinged the summit of Benledi,
The chieftain cross'd the firth for his fair bride of Lorn;
The bride of Lorn, the bride of Lorn,
The chieftain cross'd the firth for his fair bride of Lorn.
No cloud was on the sky,
No wave on the water;
The chief heaved rapture's sigh
For M'Lean's lovely daughter.
The bard sang her praise, but her charms he could not flatter.
So peerless was the look of the fair bride of Lorn;
The bride of Lorn, the bride of Lorn,
So peerless was the look of the fair bride of Lorn.
When she graced the bridal hall,
With her ladies attending,
Amazed the guests were all,
At her beauty transcending.
The blaze of the di'mond, and brilliant topaz blending,
Was dimm'd beside the eyes of the fair bride of Lorn;
The bride of Lorn, the bride of Lorn,
Was dimm'd beside the eyes of the fair bride of Lorn.
With feasting, song, and dance,
Every hall echoed gladness,
Till the sun's departing glance
Tinged the dark clouds with sadness;
The wind howl'd, the sea scowl'd, all nature cried 'twas madness
To trust the surging waves with the fair bride of Lorn;
The bride of Lorn, the bride of Lorn,
To trust the surging waves with the fair bride of Lorn.
While raged the tempest wild
Round the high cliffs of Jura,
Fate whisper'd—“Chief, beguiled,
I of life can't insure ye!”
A huge billow burst, as it roll'd with frightful fury,
And sank the bonny barge with the fair bride of Lorn;
The bride of Lorn, the bride of Lorn,
And the mermaid sang the dirge of the fair bride of Lorn.