The Minstrel At Lincluden

Tune-"Cumnock Psalms."

      As I stood by yon roofless tower,      Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air,      Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,      And tells the midnight moon her care.       Chorus-A lassie all alone, was making her moan,      Lamenting our lads beyond the sea:      In the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gane an' a',      And broken-hearted we maun die.       The winds were laid, the air was till,      The stars they shot along the sky;      The tod was howling on the hill,      And the distant-echoing glens reply.      A lassie all alone, &c.       The burn, adown its hazelly path,      Was rushing by the ruin'd wa',      Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,      Whase roarings seem'd to rise and fa'.      A lassie all alone, &c.       The cauld blae North was streaming forth      Her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din,      Athort the lift they start and shift,      Like Fortune's favours, tint as win.      A lassie all alone, &c.       Now, looking over firth and fauld,      Her horn the pale-faced Cynthia rear'd,      When lo! in form of Minstrel auld,      A stern and stalwart ghaist appear'd.      A lassie all alone, &c.       And frae his harp sic strains did flow,      Might rous'd the slumbering Dead to hear;      But oh, it was a tale of woe,      As ever met a Briton's ear!      A lassie all alone, &c.       He sang wi' joy his former day,      He, weeping, wail'd his latter times;      But what he said-it was nae play,      I winna venture't in my rhymes.      A lassie all alone, &c.