Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 398. Lord Gregory: A Ballad |
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| O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, | |
| And loud the tempest’s roar; | |
| A waefu’ wanderer seeks thy tower, | |
| Lord Gregory, ope thy door. | |
| An exile frae her father’s ha’, | 5 |
| And a’ for loving thee; | |
| At least some pity on me shaw, | |
| If love it may na be. | |
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| Lord Gregory, mind’st thou not the grove | |
| By bonie Irwine side, | 10 |
| Where first I own’d that virgin love | |
| I lang, lang had denied. | |
| How aften didst thou pledge and vow | |
| Thou wad for aye be mine! | |
| And my fond heart, itsel’ sae true, | 15 |
| It ne’er mistrusted thine. | |
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| Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, | |
| And flinty is thy breast: | |
| Thou bolt of Heaven that flashest by, | |
| O, wilt thou bring me rest! | 20 |
| Ye mustering thunders from above, | |
| Your willing victim see; | |
| But spare and pardon my fause Love, | |
| His wrangs to Heaven and me. | |
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