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Come in, auld carl, I'd steer-my five,
I'll make it bleeze a bonnie flame;
Your bluid is thin, ye've tint the gate,
Ye should na stray sae far frae hame.
I'll make it bleeze a bonnie flame;
Your bluid is thin, ye've tint the gate,
Ye should na stray sae far frae hame.
Nae hame have I, the minstrel said,
Sad party-strife o’erturned my ha’;
And, weeping at the eve of life,
I wander through a wreath o’ snaw;
Sad party-strife o’erturned my ha’;
And, weeping at the eve of life,
I wander through a wreath o’ snaw;
QUEEN MARY’S LAMENTATION
I sigh and lament me in vain,
These walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it encreases my pain.
When I think of the days that are gone
Thro’ the grate of my prison I see
The birds as they wanton in air,
My heart it now pants to be free,
My looks they are wild with despair.
These walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it encreases my pain.
When I think of the days that are gone
Thro’ the grate of my prison I see
The birds as they wanton in air,
My heart it now pants to be free,
My looks they are wild with despair.
Above, tho’ oppressed by my fate,
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Tho’ fortune has altered my state,
She ne’er can subdue me to those.
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Tho’ fortune has altered my state,
She ne’er can subdue me to those.
