Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell

Charlie, He's My Darling

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!"

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Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell

Charlie, He's My Darling