Lord Gregory.

I.         O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,             And loud the tempest's roar;         A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r,             Lord Gregory, ope thy door! II.         An exile frae her father's ha',             And a' for loving thee;         At least some pity on me shaw,             If love it may na be. III.         Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove             By bonnie Irwin-side,         Where first I own'd that virgin-love             I lang, lang had denied? IV.         How often didst thou pledge and vow             Thou wad for ay be mine;         And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,             It ne'er mistrusted thine. V.         Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,             And flinty is thy breast         Thou dart of heaven that flashest by,             O wilt thou give me rest! VI.         Ye mustering thunders from above,             Your willing victim see!         But spare and pardon my fause love,             His wrangs to heaven and me!