LAMENT FOR CULLODEN. by R. BURNS.
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| 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 blink's her ee: 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 growing green to see: And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's ee! Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be; For mony a heart thou hast made sair That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee. |
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| Notes: The Highlanders called the battle of Culloden, Drumossie. PALGRAVE'S NOTES. |
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