Song

(from "rokeby")

"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine!
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green, -
No more of me you knew, My Love!
No more of me you knew.

"This morn is merry June, I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again."
He turn'd his charger as he spake,
Upon the river shore,
He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
Said, "Adieu for evermore, My love!
And adieu for evermore." -

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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