The Minstrel At Lincluden |
Robert Burns, 1794
As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. Chorus: A lassie all alone, was making her moan, Lamenting our lads beyond the sea: In the bluidy wars they fa', And our honour's gane an' a', And broken-hearted we maun die.
2. The winds were laid, the air was till,
3. The burn, adown its hazelly path, | 4. The cauld blae North was streaming forth Her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din, Athort the lift they start and shift, Like Fortune's favours, tint as win. Chorus:
5. Now, looking over firth and fauld,
6. And frae his harp sic strains did flow,
7. He sang wi' joy his former day, |