The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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She dreary sits 'tween naked wa's,
Her cheek ne'er dimpled into mirth ;
Half-happit, haurling out o' doors,
And hunger-haunted at her hearth.
And see the tears fa' frae her een,
Warm hap pin down her haffits wan
But guess her bitterness of saul
In sorrow for her auld gudeman !
QUEEN MARY'S LAMENT,
BURNS.
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Now nature hangs her mantle green
On ilka blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out ower the grassy lea.
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies
But nought can glad the weary wicht,
That fast in durance lies.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose doun the brae ;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slae.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
Aloft on dewy wing,
The merle, in his noontide bower,
Makes woodland echoes ring.
The mavis, mild wi' mony a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest
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