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292 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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Straight the sky grew black and daring ;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Trees with aged arms were warring
O'er the swelling, drumlie wave.
Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoyed ; But lang or noon loud tempests, storming.
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd. Tho' fickle Fortune has deceived me—
She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill; Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me—
I bear a heart shall support me still. |
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No. 311. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong.
Tune : Mcpherson's rant Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 114. |
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Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie ! McPherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree. |
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