The Lovely Lass O Inverness（1 / 1）

the lovely lass o' inverness

the lovely lass o' inverness,

nae joy nor pleasure can she see;

for, e'en to morn she cries, alas!

and aye the saut tear blin's her e'e.

“drumossie moor, drumossie day—

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 growin' green to see;

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 mony a heart thou has made sair,

that ne'er did wrang to thine or thee!”