Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Robert Burns. 17591796504. Lament for Culloden
THE lovely lass o’ Inverness, | |
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; | |
For e’en and morn she cries, ‘Alas!’ | |
And aye the saut tear blin’s her e’e: | |
‘Drumossie moor, Drumossie day, | 5 |
A waefu’ day it was to me! | |
For there I lost my father dear, | |
My father dear and brethren three. | |
‘Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, | |
Their graves are growing green to see; | 10 |
And by them lies the dearest lad | |
That ever blest a woman’s e’e! | |
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, | |
A bluidy man I trow thou be; | |
For monie a heart thou hast made sair, | 15 |
That ne’er did wrang to thine or thee.’ |