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I those evenings recall'd, when with Murray we wander'd,
To see the fair moon rise the poplars behind;
And on those lov'd scenes how fondly I ponder'd,
And wafted them many a sigh on the wind.
To see the fair moon rise the poplars behind;
And on those lov'd scenes how fondly I ponder'd,
And wafted them many a sigh on the wind.
And oh! my sweet girl, when kind Edwin departed,
I seem'd as though lost to each feeling of bliss;
To my pillow at night I retir'd heavy hearted,
For my lips were not seal'd by my Isabel's kiss.
I seem'd as though lost to each feeling of bliss;
To my pillow at night I retir'd heavy hearted,
For my lips were not seal'd by my Isabel's kiss.
Where now are those chiefs, of fair Scotland the glory?
Oh! where noble Wallace and Bruce do ye stray?
Return ye brave heroes renowned in story;
There are hearts that are sad when ye both are away.
Oh! where noble Wallace and Bruce do ye stray?
Return ye brave heroes renowned in story;
There are hearts that are sad when ye both are away.
