the lovely ss o&039; verness
the lovely ss o&039; verness,
nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
for, e&039;en to orn she cries, as!
and aye the saut tear bl&039;s her e&039;e
“druossie oor, druossie day—
a waefu&039; day it was to !
for there i lost y father dear,
y father dear, and brethren three
“their dg-sheet the bidy cy,
their graves are gro&039; green to see;
and by the lies the dearest d
that ever blest a woan&039;s e&039;e!
“now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
a bidy an i trow thou be;
for ony a heart thou has ade sair,
that ne&039;er did wrang to the or thee!”
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