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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
Song: ‘A weary lot is thine, fair maid’
By Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
A WEARY 1 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 his bridle-reins a shake,
  Said ‘Adieu for evermore,
                My Love!
And adieu for evermore.’        20
Note 1. From Rokeby. [back]

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