The Lovely Lass O' Inverness |
Robert Burns, 1794
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! And aye the saut tear blin's her e'e.
2. "Drumossie moor, Drumossie day | 3. "Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growin' green to see; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e!
4. "Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, |