the mi lincluden
tune—“ock psalms.”
as i stood by yon roofless tower,
where the wa'flow'r sts the dery air,
where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
and tells the midnight moon her care.
chorus—a ssie all alone, was making her moan,
menting our ds beyond the sea:
in the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gane an' a',
and brokeed we maun die.
the winds were id, the air was till,
the stars they shot along the sky;
the tod was howling on the hill,
and the distant-eg glens reply.
a ssie all alone, &c.
the burn, adown its hazelly path,
was rushing by the ruin'd wa',
hasting to join the sweeping nith,
whase rs seem'd to rise and fa'.
a ssie all alone, &c.
the cauld be north was streaming forth
her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din,
athort the lift they start and shift,
like fortune's favours, tint as win.
a ssie all alone, &c.
now, looking over firth and fauld,
her horn the pale-faced thia rear'd,
when lo! in form of minstrel auld,
a stern and stalwart ghaist appear'd.
a ssie all alone, &c.
and frae his harp sic strains did flow,
might rous'd the slumberio hear;
but oh, it was a tale of woe,
as ever met a briton's ear!
a ssie all alone, &c.
he sang wi' joy his former day,
he, weeping, wail'd his tter times;
but what he said—it was nae py,
i winure't in my rhymes.
a ssie all alone, &c.