Song

(from "marmion")

Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.

Chorus

Eleu loro, &c.
Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
Never, O never!

Chorus

Eleu loro, &c.
Never, o never!

Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
Ruin, and leave her?
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.

Chorus

Eleu loro, &c.
There shall he be lying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the false-hearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,
Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonour sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it, -
Never, O never!

Chorus

Eleu loro, &c.
Never, O never!

Sir Walter Scott . 1771-1832

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Poetry of Scott

Sir Walter Scott
born 1771, died 1832

Poems

Farewell To The Muse
Call It Not Vain: - They Do Not Err
Love Of Country
Edinburgh
Sweet Teviot!
Pibroch Of Donald Dhu
Nelson
Love
The Maid Of Isla
County Guy
Song
Song
The Maid Of Neipath

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