| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | X. The Pity of It
The Widow’s Lament | | By James Hogg (1770–1835) |
| | | OH, thou art lovely yet, my boy, | |
| Even in thy winding-sheet! | |
| I canna leave thy comely clay, | |
| An’ features calm an’ sweet. | |
| I have no hope but for the day | 5 |
| That we shall meet again, | |
| Since thou art gone, my bonnie boy, | |
| An’ left me here alane. | |
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| The flower, now fading on the lea, | |
| Shall fresher rise to view; | 10 |
| The leaf, just fallen frae the tree, | |
| The year will soon renew: | |
| But lang may I weep o’er thy grave, | |
| Ere thou reviv’st again, | |
| For thou art fled, my bonnie boy, | 15 |
| An’ left me here alane! | | | | |
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