The Lovely Lass Of Inverness.
By Robert Burns
Tune - "Lass of Inverness." I. The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn, she cries, alas! And ay the saut tear blin's her e'e: Drumossie moor, Drumossie day A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three. II. Their winding sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see: And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e! Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be; For mony a heart thou host made sair, That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.
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