Hew Morrison Collection > Celtic garland

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FLORA MACDONALD'S LAMENT.
Far ov(>r yon hills
Of the heather sae green,
And down by the corrio
That sings to the sea,
The bonnie young Flora
Sat s'ghing her lane,
The dew an her plaid,
And the tear in her e'e.
She looked at a boat,
With the breezes that sv.-unf
Away on the v/ave,
Like a bird of the niiiii),
And aye as it lessen'd,
She sigh'd and she sung,
Fareweel to the lad
I maun ne'er see o.gain,
Fareweel to my hero,
The gallant and young,
Fareweel to the lad
I shall ne'er see a<?ain.
The moorcock that craws
On the lirow of Ben Connal
He kens o' his bed
In a sweet mossy hame ;
The eagle that soars
On the cliffs of Clanronald,
Unawed and un}mnte<l,
His eyrie can claim ;
The solan can sleep
On his shelve of the shore,