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SONG. THE HARPER O' MULL. WHEN Rosie was faithful, how happy was I, Still gladsome as simmer the time glided by, I play'd my harp cheery, while fondly I sang, Of the charms of my Rosie the winter nights tang; But now I'm as wofu' as wofu' can be, Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane to me; For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul, That cheerless for ay is the Harper o' Mull.
I wander the glens an' the wild woods alone, In their deepest recesses I make my sad moan; My harp's mournful melody joins in the strain, While sadly I sing o' the days that are gane: Tho' Rosie is faithless, she's nae the less fair, An' the thoughts o' her beauty but feeds my despair; Wi' painfu' remembrance my bosom is full, An' weary o' life is the Harper o' Mull. As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountain's stream, My lovely young Rosie appear'd in my dream, I thought her still kind, and I ne'er was sae blest, As in fancy I clasp'd the dear Nymph to my breast: Thou false fleeting vision too soon thou wert o'er, Thou wak'd'st me to tortures unequal'd before ; But death's silent slumbers my griefs soon shall lull. And the green grass wave o'er the Harper o' Mull.
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Probable period of publication:
1830-1850 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.178.A.2(227)
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