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276 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 293. My heart is zuae, and unco wae.
Tune ; Mary's dream Perth Musical Miscellany, 1786, p. 96. |
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My heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green An' the bonie Lass of Albanie.
This lovely maid 's of royal blood, That ruled Albion's kingdoms three ; But O, alas I for her bonie face! They've wrang'd the Lass of Albanie.
In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde, There sits an isle of high degree,
And a town of fame, whose princely name Should grace the Lass of Albanie. |
But there is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she
should be;
We'll send him o'er to his native
shore,
And bring our ain sweet Albanie.
Alas the day, and woe .the day !
A false usurper wan the gree, Who now commands the towers and lands—
The royal right of Albanie.
We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray, On bended knees most fervently,
The time may come, with pipe and drum We'll welcome home fair Albanie. |
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