Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue (Glasgow, 1829)/The Captive Maniac
THE CAPTIVE MANIAC.
They bid me sleep, they bid me prayThey say my heart is warpt and wrung—I cannot sleep on Highland brae;I cannot pray in Highlang tongue.But were I now where Allan glides,Or heard my native Devon's tidesSo sweetly would I rest and prayThat heaven would close my wintry day!
’Twas thus my hair they bade me braid.They bade me to church repair;It was my bridal morn they said.And my true love would meet me there:But woe betide the cruel guile,That drown'd in blood the morning smile!And woe betide the fairy dream!I only wakd to sob and scream.