Companion of my Youthful Sports |
Robert Tannahill
Companion of my youthful sports, From love and friendship torn, A victim to the pride of courts, Thy early death I mourn. Unshrouded on a foreign shore, Thou'rt mounld'ring in the clay, While here tiny weeping friends deplore Corunna's fatal day. | 2. How glows the youthful warrior's mind With thoughts of laurels won, But ruthless Ruin lurks behind, And marks him for her own. How soon the meteor ray is shed,-- That lures him to his doom, And dark Oblivion veils his head In everlasting gloom. |