Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
1791</p>
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring</p>
Now Nature hangs her mantle green</p>
On every blooming tree,</p>
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white</p>
Out o'er the grassy lea;</p>
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,</p>
And gds the azure skies;</p>
But nought gd the weary wight</p>
That fast in durance lies.</p>
Now verocks wake the merry morn</p>
Aloft on dewy wing;</p>
The merle, in his noontide bow'r,</p>
Makes woodnd ech;</p>
The mavis wild wi' mony a note,</p>
Sings drowsy day to rest:</p>
In love and freedom they rejoice,</p>
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.</p>
Now blooms the lily by the bank,</p>
The primrose down the brae;</p>
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,</p>
And milk-white is the se:</p>
The mea hind in fair Sd</p>
May rove their sweets amang;</p>
But I, the Queen of a' Sd,</p>
Maun lie in prison strang.</p>
I was the Queen o' bonie France,</p>
Where happy I hae been;</p>
Fu' lightly raise I in the morn,</p>
As blythe y down at e'en:</p>
And I'm the sn of Sd,</p>
And mony a traitor there;</p>
Yet here I lie in fn bands,</p>
And never-ending care.</p>
But as for thee, thou false woman,</p>
My sister and my fae,</p>
Grim Vengea shall whet a sword</p>
That thro' thy soul shall gae;</p>
The weeping blood in woman's breast</p>
Was never known to thee;</p>
Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe</p>
Frae woman's pitying e'e.</p>
My son! my son! may kiars</p>
Upon thy fortune shine;</p>
And may those pleasures gild thy reign,</p>
That ne'er wad blink on mine!</p>
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,</p>
Or turn their hearts to thee:</p>
And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,</p>
Remember him for me!</p>
O! soon, to me, may Summer suns</p>
Nae mair light up the morn!</p>
Nae mair to me the Autumn winds</p>
Wave o'er the yellow ?</p>
And, in the narrow house of death,</p>
Let Winter round me rave;</p>
And the flow'rs that deck the Spring,</p>
Bloom on my peaceful grave!</p>
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Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring</p>
Now Nature hangs her mantle green</p>
On every blooming tree,</p>
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white</p>
Out o'er the grassy lea;</p>
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,</p>
And gds the azure skies;</p>
But nought gd the weary wight</p>
That fast in durance lies.</p>
Now verocks wake the merry morn</p>
Aloft on dewy wing;</p>
The merle, in his noontide bow'r,</p>
Makes woodnd ech;</p>
The mavis wild wi' mony a note,</p>
Sings drowsy day to rest:</p>
In love and freedom they rejoice,</p>
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.</p>
Now blooms the lily by the bank,</p>
The primrose down the brae;</p>
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,</p>
And milk-white is the se:</p>
The mea hind in fair Sd</p>
May rove their sweets amang;</p>
But I, the Queen of a' Sd,</p>
Maun lie in prison strang.</p>
I was the Queen o' bonie France,</p>
Where happy I hae been;</p>
Fu' lightly raise I in the morn,</p>
As blythe y down at e'en:</p>
And I'm the sn of Sd,</p>
And mony a traitor there;</p>
Yet here I lie in fn bands,</p>
And never-ending care.</p>
But as for thee, thou false woman,</p>
My sister and my fae,</p>
Grim Vengea shall whet a sword</p>
That thro' thy soul shall gae;</p>
The weeping blood in woman's breast</p>
Was never known to thee;</p>
Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe</p>
Frae woman's pitying e'e.</p>
My son! my son! may kiars</p>
Upon thy fortune shine;</p>
And may those pleasures gild thy reign,</p>
That ne'er wad blink on mine!</p>
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,</p>
Or turn their hearts to thee:</p>
And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,</p>
Remember him for me!</p>
O! soon, to me, may Summer suns</p>
Nae mair light up the morn!</p>
Nae mair to me the Autumn winds</p>
Wave o'er the yellow ?</p>
And, in the narrow house of death,</p>
Let Winter round me rave;</p>
And the flow'rs that deck the Spring,</p>
Bloom on my peaceful grave!</p>
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