CEASE, CEASE, MY DEAR FRIEND, TO EXPLORE.
THE RANTIN’ DOG, THE DADDIE O’T.
THE EWIE WI’ THE CROOKED HORN.
FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE.
THEN, GUID WIFE, COUNT THE LAWIN’.
THERE’LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME.
I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
AS I CAM DOWN BY YON CASTLE WA.
O’ER THE MOOR AMANG THE HEATHER.
IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE.
THE TEARS I SHED MUST EVER FALL.
A MOTHER’S LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON.
THE POET’S ASSIGNMENT OF HIS WORKS.
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The Death and dying Words of poor Mailie | 61 |
Poor Mailie’s Elegy | 62 |
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