And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour’d laid;
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age’s future shade.
The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish’d young;
So I, for my lost darling’s sake,
Lament the live-day long.
Death, oft I’ve feared thy fatal blow.
Now, fond, I bare my breast;
O, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,And love was aye the tale:With ‘Mary, when shall we return,Sic pleasure to renew?’Quoth Mary—’Love, I like the burn,And aye shall follow you.’
But now unroof’d their palace stands,Their sceptre’s sway’d by other hands;Fallen indeed, and to the earthWhence groveling reptiles take their birth.The injured Stuart line is gone,A race outlandish fills their throne;An idiot race, to honour lost;Who know them best despise them most.
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,The gathering floods burst o’er the distant plains;Beneath the blast the leafless forests groan;The hollow caves return a hollow moan.Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves,Ye howling winds, and wintry swelling waves!Unheard, unseen, by human ear or eye,Sad to your sympathetic glooms I fly;Where, to the…
The bravest heart on English groundHad yielded like a coward.
(Not moony madness more astray)Who but deplores that hapless friend?Mine was th’ insensate frenzied part,Ah! why should I such scenes outlive?Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!—‘Tis thine to pity and forgive.
They’ll step in an’ tak a pintWi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.Chorus.—Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,Brews gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;I wish her sale for her gude ale,The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.Her house sae bien, her curch sae cleanI wat she is a daintie chuckie;And cheery blinks the ingle-gleedO’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!Lady…
