nt for jas, earl of glencairn
the d blew hollow frae the hills,
by fits the sun&039;s departg bea
look&039;d on the fadg yellow woods,
that wav&039;d o&039;er gar&039;s dg strea:
beneath a craigy steep, a bard,
den with years and ikle pa,
loud nt bewail&039;d his lord,
who death had all untily ta&039;en
he lean&039;d hi to an ancient aik,
whose trunk was ould&039;rg down with years;
his locks were bleached white with ti,
his hoary cheek was wet wi&039; tears!
and as he touch&039;d his treblg harp,
and as he tun&039;d his doleful sang,
the ds, ntg thro&039; their caves,
to echo bore the notes ang
“ye scatter&039;d birds that fatly sg,
the relies o&039; the vernal eir!
ye woods that shed on a&039; the ds
the honours of the ad year!
a few short onths, and gd and gay,
aga ye&039;ll char the ear and e&039;e;
but nocht all-revolvg ti
can gdness brg aga to
“i a a bendg ad tree,
that long has stood the d and ra;
but now has e a cruel bst,
and y st hald of earth is gane;
nae leaf o&039; e shall greet the sprg,
nae sir sun exalt y bloo;
but i aun lie before the stor,
and ithers pnt the y roo
“i&039;ve seen sae ony chanfu&039; years,
on earth i a a stranr grown:
i wander the ways of n,
alike unknog, and unknown:
unheard, unpitied, unreliev&039;d,
i bear ane y de o&039; care,
for silent, low, on beds of dt,
lie a&039;
hat would y rrows share
“and st, (the su of a&039; y griefs!)
y noble aster lies cy;
the flow&039;r aang our barons bold,
his untry&039;s pride, his untry&039;s stay:
weary beg now i pe,
for a&039; the life of life is dead,
and hope has left ay ad ken,
on forward g for ever fled
“awake thy st sad voice, y harp!
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