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When he found that his dying hour was come,
He sent for her father, and told what was done.
Then in a sad sort he yielded up his breath.
Her father said, I'm the unhappiest man on earth.
Then he sought for the body of his daughter dear
Who in sumptuous manner was bury’d we hear.
Within a little time her father did die,
Now let each take a warning by this tragedy;
And maidens beware of men's flattering tongue
For if you consent you are surely undone.
Cauld Caledonia—By Burns.
Their groves of sweet myrtle let foereign lands reckon,
where bright-beaming summer exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan
with the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen
For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers
A-listning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
where bright-beaming summer exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan
with the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen
For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers
A-listning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
Tho’ rich in the breeze in their gay sunny vallies
and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
What are thy? the haunt o’ the tyrant & slave.
The slave’s spicy forests and gold bubbling fountains
The brave Caledonian views with disdain;
He wanders as free as the snow on his mountains
save love’s willing fetters—the chains of his Jean.
FINIS.
and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
What are thy? the haunt o’ the tyrant & slave.
The slave’s spicy forests and gold bubbling fountains
The brave Caledonian views with disdain;
He wanders as free as the snow on his mountains
save love’s willing fetters—the chains of his Jean.
FINIS.
