Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Sir Walter Scott. 1771–1832546. The Rover’s Adieu
| A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, | |
| A weary lot is thine! | |
| To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, | |
| And press the rue for wine. | |
| A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien, | 5 |
| A feather of the blue, | |
| A doublet of the Lincoln green— | |
| No more of me ye knew, | |
| My Love! | |
| No more of me ye knew. | 10 |
| ‘This morn is merry June, I trow, | |
| The rose is budding fain; | |
| But she shall bloom in winter snow | |
| Ere we two meet again.’ | |
| —He turn’d his charger as he spake | 15 |
| Upon the river shore, | |
| He gave the bridle-reins a shake, | |
| Said ‘Adieu for evermore, | |
| My Love! | |
| And adieu for evermore.’ | 20 |