But falſe love has ſtown the role,
and left the thorn behind to me.
Ye roſes blaw your bonny blooms,
and draw the wild birds by the burn
For Luman promis'd me a ring,
and ye maun aid me ſhould I mourn.
Ah! na, na ye needna mourn,
my en are dim and drowſy worn
Ye bonny birds ye needna ſing,
for Luman never can return.
My Luman's love in broken ſighs,
at dawn of day by Doon ye'ſe hear,
And mid-day by the willow green,
for him I'll ſhed a ſilent tear.
Sweet birds I ken ye'll pity me,
and join me wi' a plantive ſang,
While echo wakes and joins the inane,
I mak for him I lo'ed ſae lang.
FINIS
